I wonder if I make you uncomfortable sometimes, if you notice how much I like you. I try not to look at you too much, but it’s hard to find the line of appropriateness between acting overly enthusiastic toward you and excessive avoidance. I really don’t want to give off a creepy, might-be-a-stalker vibe, but I do want to make the most of our whatever. (Not sure it’s fair to call it friendship, but calling it a relationship seems even weirder – acquaintanceship? Is that a word?)
I try to spread my attention around a bit and be friendly toward everyone, so it seems less like I’m singling you out. That might not be very wise, though, given that it’s mostly guys – and since men apparently are quick to read interest in a woman’s behavior (so the studies say), the end result may be that everyone just thinks I’m some kind of slut looking for a little side thing with every man in the place.
So, anyway, if you’ve read interest in my behavior toward you, well… you’re right, I guess, and I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong on more than one level. I like you and I can’t help it. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’m even more sorry – that’s not my intention at all. And if you haven’t noticed, please disregard this whole letter. (What? I didn’t say nuthin’… You must be hearing things.)