Mary Ann rubbed Ginger's back as she lay across her bed crying. She was now more confused than ever. All three of the men denied being her secret admirer, but it had to be one of them.

"Come on Ginger," Mary Ann said, trying to encourage her friend, "chin up, huh. They're certainly not worth crying over."

"Oh Mary Ann, you don't understand. I was so flattered at the thought of having a secret admirer, then they all act as if they would rather be dead than to do something so romantic."

"You... you think it's romantic?"

"Why yes... how thrilling for someone to care so much about you that they have to do it in secret for fear of possible heartache. Besides, I know it's one of three wonderful guys instead of some creep... unless someone is playing a trick on me, then he's some real creep." Ginger exclaimed before bursting into tears again.

"No he's not," Mary Ann blurted. She mentally wanted to kick herself Ginger's head shot up as she looked at Mary Ann in surprise.

"What do you know about it?"

Mary Ann's palms sweated. She had to come up with something, and come up with something fast. "Well, it's like you said... three wonderful guys. Besides, they are all your friends. I don't think any of them would hurt you on purpose."

"I suppose you're right, " Ginger replied, dabbing at her spoiled make-up with a tissue, "those fellas have never been anything but nice to me. I'm sorry for being so over sensitive."

"It's alright," Mary Ann said, hugging her friend, "I'm sure the wondering must be stressful. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going out for some air. I'll be back in a jif. Are you sure you're ok?" Ginger nodded her head as Mary Ann made her way to the door.

...

Once outside, Mary Ann spied the secret admirer. She was able to pull him aside discreetly to speak her mind.

"Well, Ginger was pretty upset. Thank Heavens she calmed down. She thinks someone is pulling a trick on her."

"I certainly didn't want her to get that impression. I feel terrible."

"Then tell her how you feel."

"I'm just not ready to tell her yet."

"Well, you almost gave yourself away with that abrupt answer."

"I panicked! I didn't want to tell her in front of the others. I want to tell her in private... I'm still working on it. By the way, it wasn't only me who almost gave myself away. What about him?" The secret admirer said, pointing to one of the other male castaways. "He accused me of..." then he was cut off.

"I know, I know," Mary Ann said, "Just don't carry this charade on much longer, please. I don't think you have much to worry about. I've got a feeling that Ginger is open to anyone of you being her secret admirer. She said she thinks it's romantic."

"Well, I've been called many things, but I don't think romantic has ever been one of them."

...

Ginger began to straighten up her bed a bit. She had made a real mess of it, as she clutched her sheets and cried into them. She went to fluff her pillow, when a small piece of paper floated to the floor. She bent down to pick it up. On the front was her name, written in the same uniform block-style lettering that had been on the card that came with the flowers. Her heartbeat quickened. She was anxious to see what this letter said, yet afraid at the same time. Slowly, she opened the folds of the letter. She smoothed the crinkles out with her fingers. The letter wobbled back and forth in her shaky fingers as she read:

Dearest Ginger

If you could only know how I feel. If you could only see inside my heart. You would surely know that you turned my head the moment I saw you. Those sparkling emerald eyes, your cooper colored hair that glistens in the sunlight, and those lovely red lips that surely taste like wine. However, you are more than beautiful. You are a kind and caring person, a talented actress, and above all a terrific friend to us all. Your sweetness and gentleness is as inviting as a gentle ocean breeze. Once I pluck up the courage, you shall know who I am. I only hope you'll just give me a chance.

Very affectionately,

Your Secret Admirer

Ginger read the letter two or three more times, relishing every word. Ginger tried to dissect the letter, looking for clues. She immediately noticed that her "Secret Admirer" had compared her to an ocean breeze. Only Gilligan or the Skipper would appreciate such a comparison to consider it a compliment. Yet... the flow of the letter, the descriptiveness, and carefully laid out words and perfect grammar seemed more like the Professor. She was back to square one. She was getting to the point to where she didn't care who it was... she just wanted to know. The words of that letter had touched her heart, and her guard had been compromised. If she were honest with herself, she secretly liked all three of them. She never pursued them because she felt perhaps it wouldn't be proper to pursue one, but secretly still like the others.

In the Professor was the fountain of wisdom. Not only that, he was mighty fine looking. Gorgeous blue eyes, rugged jaw, chiseled chest. He was helpful and kind, and a pretty good kisser.

The Skipper wasn't too bad looking either. Sure, he was a little thick around the middle and graying, but his eyes twinkled when he smiled. Speaking of which, Ginger had never seen such an attractive smile. He was a fine dance partner, and his laughter always lifted her spirits.

There was no one sweeter than Gilligan. He was loyal and kind, and very brave when push came to shove. Ginger had to admit that when Gilligan would smile, he was quite handsome himself indeed. His hair was so soft, so wispy. Sometimes, when taunting him to obtain what she wanted, she would whip off his sailor's hat and run her fingers through his hair for no good reason at all.

If Ginger really thought about it, she was quite lucky to be admired by one of them. Perhaps, soon, her secret admirer would reveal himself and life could get back to normal... or at least she hoped it would.