Mystery Girl

Apparently our dear friend Cliff is a bit persistent. After moving out of the apartment across the hall from me, handing me his business card (in front of my boyfriend mind you) and saying - nice being neighbors, I thought our brief encounter in this life had passed. I was wrong. I received in the mail my very first letter. Apparently Cliff does not pay attention (or else I was for once in my life, not forthcoming with information about myself to a complete stranger) and so my letter was addressed to "Mystery Girl". That "Mystery Girl" would be me. But, as he was sure to clarify, I am not "mystery girl" because I am mysterious, rather I am "mystery girl" because he does not know my name. Hmmm, I think I prefer to be in the category of someone who is mysterious. Oh well, for now we shall let it pass. If I get another letter - I know what to do...I have connections.