V-day

My boyfriend, who loyal readers will know sometimes posts comments as Mr. Trash, told me back in January that he was going to send flowers to my office for Valentine's Day. Understandably, I got mad. After all, that's supposed to be a surprise! Around February 1, I got a huge Valentine's Day card at work from Mr. Trash. Then, yesterday, he sent me an e-Valentine before emailing me all of these excuses for why he was early on Valentine's gifts and wasn't going to be able to do anything on the actual Valentine's day. Again, I got understandably mad.

Skip to this morning, I glance at the clock at 7:21. Nine more minutes to sleep... 7:43 rolls around and I open my eyes. Why didn't my alarm go off? I look at my phone and see that Mr. Trash rang at 7:23 (My cell phone doubles as my alarm clock. Whenever someone calls after I've gone to bed, my alarm doesn't work. Stupid Motorola!). Groggily, I call him back and am asked, "Are you going to be at work on time today? I wanted this to be a surprise, but I don't know if you'll be on time. I want to stop by on my way to the airport." (Mr. Trash had to go to New Mexico for work today.)

Skip to 9:24. I'm at work and Mr. Trash calls. "Meet me outside in 5 minutes." I obediently walk to the curb. My boyfriend steps out of a taxi with a dozen, beautiful pink roses (and some purple flowers and some baby's breath) and an 8x11 inch envelope. I kiss him good-bye and wish him a good flight.

Skip to 11:11. I've been too lazy to follow the flowers' instructions and they're starting to look a little sad. I find someone in the catering department and ask to borrow a knife to cut some stems. Cutting said stems takes longer than expected. When I return to my office, there is a yellow DHL bag on my chair. I open the package and get my first real Valentine's Day surprise: a red gift bag containing chocolates (No trans fat!), a little red teddy bear with a rose, a half dozen red fruit leathers (Mr. Trash knows the way to my heart.), and the Terminator 2 DVD (Nothing says "I love you" like Terminator 2.)!

Now it's 2 something. A co-worker comes in to admire my flowers. "I saw you getting pretty friendly with the flower delivery man," she comments. I blush. "That was my boyfriend." She smiles and says, "I figured." Then I offer her some trans-fat free chocolates and gush over her flowers (She got two bouquets: one from her fiance and one from her dad, who has always come through on V-day.).

For my first ever Valentine's Day while actually dating someone, I have to admit that this one wasn't half bad. Mr. Trash, you done good. There are some things I must remember though. Really, there is just one thing: flowers may look pretty and be fun to get, but man do they smell. Baby's breath, in particular, is quite fragrant. Around 10 a.m., I removed the baby's breath from my flower arrangement and threw it in a trash can by the copier.*


*Two people, upon learning that the little white flowers were mine, told me that they had wondered why the flowers were in the trash. One mused that maybe the person who received the flowers was angry with the sender. Another thought that the receiver must have gotten too many flowers. Rest assured, I am not angry at the sender and I did not receive too many flowers. I got the perfect amount of beautiful flowers. I'm just a girl who is so scent-averse that she does not wear perfume or light scented candles.