Valentine's Day Flowers

The Saturday before Valentine's Day my doorbell rang. Since I do not have a peephole and was not expecting anyone, I crawled on the floor in the guest bedroom and peered out the blinds. Florist...

I ran to answer the door and retrieve my gift, a tiny vase with a handful of red carnations and 2 roses. Who the hell would send me this? The card was no help, simply said "Happy Valentines Day". Much like Sherlock, I called the florist and was told they would call me back with a name. 8 hours later I called them again. They needed to get clearance from the sender.

I figured it was my mother or sister who would send such a little arrangement to make me feel better. Nope. Not Work Guy either... So I texted the Principal. Yup, problem solved. Except... I was struck by what a poor attempt he made to win me over with such a palrty bouquet. Could he really be that cheap?

I felt petty for wondering this, but my lovely mother made it very clear that if a man is trying to win you over he should pull out all the stops.

Valentine's Day I wake up to a text from Work Guy to look by my front door. A dozen roses, a box of truffles and a sweet card explaining how much he cares about me. At work, a potted bouquet of tulips, chocolate covered strawberries and a funny card. After work he took me to a nice restaurant with candlelight and made me a romantic mixed cd to listen to on the way home. I was shocked and felt super special. The poor guy was sick and still went out of his way just to make the one over-commercialized romatc holiday of the year a treat for me.

The Principal texted me that he loved me and missed me very much. My response was "Happy Valentines Day."