Anonymous Flowers
This year on Valentine's Day I learned, but not for the first time, if you get flowers with a card that isn't signed, and you don't know who they are from, it's time to re-evaluate your love life. A few years ago I had two dozen long stem roses delivered to my house with a card that indicated my cat, Bistro, was actually the recipient of the beautiful bouquet. "Dear Bistro, Happy Valentines Day!!" Great, cat got flowers, Lizzie got to go to to work and watch two couples get engaged. The next day I called the floral shop in Lansing to ask who had allegedly sent 'my cat' these flowers. 'Sorry ma'am, if the sender requests we send them anonymously we aren't able to tell the recipient who they are from.' GREAT, I thought.
I guess I should step back a few feet. For those who actually know anything about me, and are assuming, based on my never-ending relationship with Drew that 'a few years ago' I was probably in a relationship and therefore, shouldn't be asking these kind of questions. You are actually wrong. Thankfully. This was during our year(ish) hiatus. So obviously the thought crossed my mind that they were from Drew, but at the same time, it didn't seem realistic. I had recently started seeing someone new but he had already given me flowers the week before Valentine's when I was visiting him on the east side of the state. Didn't add up. Could they be from Wes? Was he finally coming to terms with the fact that he might actually have feelings for me? Highly unlikely. So after texting Drew, and Jason, and Wes, and my mom, and getting all of the incredibly awkward "no, Lizzie, I didn't send you flowers" (this was pre-emoji iphone emoticons so they couldn't even send the 'angry' face, or perhaps the middle finger) I was finally stumped. I did what I do best (prank calling) and I re-rang that little flower shop. This time, I explained to them that I had a stalker* and therefore I needed to know, for legal reasons, who the flowers were from, in case said man was violating the restraining order. Like taking candy from a baby. It turned out these beautiful flowers were from a guy that I had studied abroad with three years prior. I was surprised. Bistro was thrilled. All the other's eventually got over it. I assumed this would be my last time in such a predicament. I was wrong.
Again, this year, beautiful roses surprised me at work on Valentine's Day. It is so much better getting roses at work then it is at home. Not that I ever get them at home, but I can only imagine. I walked them over to my desk trying to be all non-chalant and cool, even though I was so excited to be one of the few women in the office who were lucky enough to get flowers. I opened the card. "Happy Valentine's Day!!" Are you serious? I was no fool this time, I thought, I'm not asking anyone. I knew who they should have been from, but as soon as I saw them I was certain who they were actually from. But just in case, I waited a day until I said anything to anyone. A guy called the Chamber receptionist the next morning to ask if they had been delivered because he hadn't heard from me. Thank goodness for caller ID. ;)
