I’m giggly and a little tipsy, just like it should be. My friends are here having a good time and I’m pretty sure they didn’t send me the flowers. Esp. not Fredrik, “Cheap roses, crap, he got no taste what so ever?!”
Tonight I’m going out to find the secret admirer.
Now.
I will tell you all about the night tomorrow.
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
I’m hot, all done and ready for my secret admirer. I can’t think of anything else right now. My friends are on their way here, I so wanna tell em and…hey, they might know who it is. If I make sure they drink a lot a name might slip, right?
I sent my sister a message about the roses I got. Her reply;
“Roses are poor peoples diamonds /Nellie”
She’s single and all of a sudden I understand why.
Huggies and kisss
/Michel
A girl knocked my door twenty minutes ago (the reason I write this post) and handed me 10 red roses. She said someone sent them to me (she’s working at the flower shop). Surprised and curious I took a look at the card;
“Michel, you give me butterflies in my stomach and my knees weakens thinking about you. Hope to see you tonight. -Love Mr. X, a secret admirer”
WHAT? A secret admirer! And me? This is so damn cute and I’ve got no clue who it can be. Noooo clue, I’m thinking and thinking, head spinning, mind trying to solve the puzzle.
I can’t wait to find out who it is. He sent me red roses, beautiful flowers. It means he has to know where I live, at least my last name. And how am I supposed to find him tonight? How am I supposed to know it’s him without asking?
(I’ll put the flowers on the dinigtable to make sure Fredrik sees them. Hahaha)
Huggies and kisses
/Michel
My Michelicious behaviour 