It had been three days since Ginger had received her first note. In the time that had passed, she had received another bouquet of flowers, a single pearl, and three more letters. Each time Ginger had tried to figure out who the secret admirer was, she found herself being thrown off the trail. Her mystery man was getting more and more mysterious. Ginger had been sharing her letters with Mary Ann, seeing if she could help her figure out who was loving her from afar.

"See, Mary Ann, listen to this one," Ginger said, as she read aloud, " Dear Ginger, I think you are one swell girl. That is I think you're pretty. Well, you are more than pretty. You're nice too. Signed, Your Secret Admirer. That sounds like Gilligan, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it kind of does," Mary Ann, said playing along. Mary Ann wished more than anything the secret admirer would reveal himself before she drove herself mad. She wanted to tell Ginger so bad she had to practically bite her tongue off.

"Well, this is the one I received yesterday: My dearest Ginger, your are more radiant than radioactive neon. Your female specimen causes my aortic valve to work harder, as the blood pumps faster through my veins. Testosterone is elevated and my frontal lobes are pleased just by being near you. Sincerely, your unknown admirer."

"Gee, let me guess who you think that one is from," Mary Ann said, giggling.

"I know, right?" Ginger said, "now, listen to the one I received today: Sweet Ginger, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I'd travel the world to find a girl like you. My heart is anchored on the image of your smiling face. Roaming adrift is no longer appealing to me Without your companionship, I'm lost without hope of being found. With fondest admiration, your Secret Admirer." Ginger laid the letter down. "Someone is very clever, Mary Ann. Whoever it is wants me to keep thinking it could be anyone of them. I'm...I'm starting to fall for him, whoever he is. I think I'm going to go crazy. Just when I picture myself with one of them, I start to picture myself with one of the other two. Mary Ann, this is starting to get very irritating. I have to know! I have to know!" Ginger began to pace around the hut.

"Just give him time," Mary Ann advised, "he has to slip up eventually... whoever he is. No one can be that crafty."

"Well, I hope so," Ginger stated, "I'm delighted and miserable, all at the same time."

...

Mary Ann stepped outside. She was going to have another meeting with the secret admirer. She was fed up with this secret and she was going to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that she was done being his delivery girl. She spotted him down by the lagoon. Luckily, he was by himself. It looked like he was doing something important, but her words couldn't wait.

"Hey, have you got a minute?"

"Sure," he said, stopping his work, "what's on your mind."

"You have got to stop this secret admirer nonsense. Ginger is so confused. Why, she's not sleeping well either. She keeps wondering who the secret admirer is and she keeps on wondering if she's going to hurt someone's feelings or if she's going to end up falling in love or hating all three men. She's falling for you, but she doesn't know it's "You" of course. Please end this before she gets hurt," Mary Ann looked at him with pleading eyes. The secret admirer couldn't believe his ears. His words, his little tokens of affection were working like a charm. There was one finally phase that needed to be done before Ginger could know who he was.

"Alright, I'll end it tomorrow. Promise me that you'll deliver one more letter."

"Well, alright, only if you promise that this is the end of it."

"I promise, but I need you to help me with my plan. Ok? I promise it won't be anything difficult."

"What are you proposing?"

"I need you to bring Ginger to that fallen tree in the middle of the jungle, but bring her blindfolded."

"BLINDFOLDED!"

"Don't worry. Please trust me. You'll have to speak on my behalf too. Meet me at two o'clock near the grove of coconut trees. We'll go over signals and I'll have a speech I want you to read. I'll have the final letter too."

"What are you up to?"

"Just an experiment. I need to convince her there can be chemistry between us before she finds out who her secret admirer is."

Mary Ann sighed, "Ok, if you say so. I really think you should just be yourself. You're a fine person just the way you are. However, I'll help you out just this one last time."

"Thank you. Your cooperation is very much appreciated.

...

Ginger looked over the letters that had been sent to her everyday for the last four days. That first letter... how sweet it had been. "You turned my head the moment I saw you". The words played in her head like a song. She looked over the other three letters, each so very different. Apparently, someone was copying the other two men's writing style. She smiled at the sweet simple letter that would have obviously been from Gilligan. It wouldn't have been hard to copy his writing style. The Professor's note, or so Ginger thought, was barely understandable to someone who was not cultured in science and anatomy. His writing style would have been more difficult to copy... but not impossible. Everyone had heard the Professor speak so much, that even perhaps Gilligan could throw some big words together for one letter. However, the big words were not just thrown together... they made sense. The Skipper had more book knowledge than Gilligan, but she wasn't sure if even he could always keep up with what the Professor had to say. The Professor had the intelligence to copy all three personalities. For being very quiet and not quite as sociable as the others, he was very observant about one's character. Though, it wasn't like the Professor to pretend to be something he wasn't. That left the note from today. It wasn't as simple as the first one, but the references to the sea would have to be something that Gilligan or the Skipper would write. It was very sweet and very intimate. She read over it once more, relishing it's words. "I'd travel the world to find a girl like you." ; "My heart is anchored on the image of your smiling face."; "I'm lost without hope of being found." Ginger closed her eyes and kissed the letter, then held it to her chest. A single tear fell from her eye, as she began to narrow down the possibilities.