To: Secret Admirer

I don't think you're really my type and your M.O. is a bit creepy.

The scene:
Me stepping out of a tanning bed as the time had just finished, naked. A text message from an unknown number is received on my phone.

YOUR TEXT: Mmm ;)

Ok considering I was standing there naked, I was a little concerned.

ME: [text back]: Who is this?
YOU: Just a fan ;)
ME: Do I know you?
YOU: Yes, but not well. I don't really know you either. Just think you're cute.
ME: Thanks. I'm sorry I don't know who you are. Do we have mutual friends or see each other out often?
YOU: Ha ha ... I'm being an idiot. Not your fault. We just see each other now and then ... You're often on your way home from work ... I'd guess

The messages continue but at this point I figured out it was you (tanning salon employee) which you later confirmed.

I suppose I should feel flattered but I why do I get this gross feeling that you were spying on me naked?