That One Time I Anonymously Left a Rose on My Crush's Car

The year was 1980 something. I'm guessing around 1989 or so. I wasn't in high school yet, but it could've been the summer before Freshman year. Either way, this Cubicle Confession probably explains a little (Or a lot) about why I'm stalker-ish. I'm still not sure if I was my mom's accomplice or is she was mine.

This crazy stunt was her idea, so there was no way to back out. I could feel my face getting red just re-telling the story. I can't be the only one this awkward, can I? Don't answer that!