Loves young dream
I must have been 18, and I really fancied Janet from the local girls high school.
Well, we'd actually left school by then after A-levels (the exams, you perverts) but I was still looking to actually speak to her after seeing her for the first time about 4 yrs earlier.
So I found out where she lived from a friend (BASTARD !!) and embarked on a fortnight of anonymous love letters, poems, radio dedications, culminating in sending her what I thought was a really cryptic message giving my name.
I got a phone call the next morning.
"Who are you?"
And before I got chance to answer...
"Because I think you think I'm somebody else."

It was Janet.
Not THE Janet though.
A Janet who was about 3 times my age, and married.

I am cringing now as I sit here over 30 yrs later.

And now the most cringeworthy bit:
Most of the things I did were sent to 'Janets' address.
Except the Valentines card.
I knew she went to college by train, and I knew (because I used to watch her from the other platform) that her and her friends always sat on the same bench.
So the card went to:
Janet A#######,
The Bench nearest the Stairs,
Platform One,
W######### Central station.

So, at least one thing got to the right person, and probably made her paranoid for years....

SORRY, SORRY, SORRY....
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