Imagine a girl waltzing in to work. Okay, no need to be coy. This IS my spot.
Imagine me waltzing in to work. I’m feeling kind of high because I’m just coming off of a nice evening with my new guy. The weather is lovely, my jeans fit right and I’m looking forward to a super fun lunch with a friend.
I’m sitting at my desk doing some work (for real) when suddenly a delivery guy shows up at my desk with flowers. Flowers for moi?!? I thought perhaps he just needed my signature so he could leave them at someone else’s desk. But no, they had my name on them, They were for me!
A dozen roses and a teddy bear!
You guys, I was ecstatic. I hadn’t had flowers delivered since I was married. And these were from the guy I was seeing and actually liked! The card didn’t indicate who they were from, but I was sure it was him. I quickly shot him off a text. Then came his response.
He didn’t send me any flowers.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot!?!
My coworker immediately started laughing. She determined they were from Hang Time. Mind you, Hang Time hasn’t called me in over two months, electing instead to send me random texts on a weekly basis. Texts inviting me out to dinners, movies, tennis dates and whatnot. I always respond with a curt “no thanks.” So why he would spend his hard earned money on flowers for someone who clearly is not interested in his company? It’s been two months!
I sent him a text asking if they were from him, but at press time I have not received a response.
Another coworker suggested they were from the security guard that has a crush on me.
There is one other slim possbility, but he is someone I haven’t spoken to or seen since last month.
I’m really bummed that I can’t enjoy my flowers. If they aren’t from the guy I wanted them to be from, I really don’t even care.