So, here I sit.. on stupid valentines day.. in my office.. when I get an FTD box.. with my FAVORITE kind of roses.. pink! Okay, so.. to top it off, it has the SWEEEEEETEST card...from Mr. Myspace! Yeah, as my cheeks turn red, face heats up, and a smile creeps across my lips.. ANOTHER bunch of pink roses arrives...from Mr. Safe. My thoughts "Oh no..please no.. Uh oh..." Please know that I work with Mr. Safe..and he is THANKFULLY not here today in meetings, but um.. OH. MY. GOD. Ladies...all the ladies.. louder now.. help me out.. all the ladies.. WHAT DO I DO?!!!! I havent gotten flowers delivered on Vday.. like EVER.. and now I have TWO dozen.. from DIFFERENT guys.. Damn, I'm either a pimp or I have some SERIOUS drama headed my way! LOL! I guess I have to meet Mr. Myspace now for sure. Sheez. SHEEZ! SHEEEEEZZZZ!!! See what married people miss out on! Gah!! LOL! Seriously though.. Mr. Safe would be SO upset to know he wasnt the ONLY one who sent me flowers... crap. I mean.. Im not leading him on.. seriously.. But, he likes me and I'd be lying if I said I didnt TRY really hard to get something going with him.. but.. well.. damn I like the less-safe and different area codes. Oh boy....
I realize whining about this is done with a smile on my end.. and you are questioning my talking about this.. But damnit.. Its been awhile since I had something like this to talk about. So. there.
BB
2 comments:
brainy, we have a problem...
hahahaha. I am so laughing at you. so. laughing. and I pity you a little because I've sooo been there.
one time, the summer before my junior year of college I was working in the chem lab. At the time there were four guys who had liked me A)the guy I'd broken up with a month and a half ago, b)the guy I was just now beginning to date, c)one of the girl-who-got-away-post guys and d)my friend who had(has?) a crush on me, david.
there were three doors to the chem lab. one of them (B) was working in the lab with me. I kid you not, ALL THREE of the others walked in within two seconds of each other--one in each door. It was the most awkward minute and a half of my entire life.
so, what will you do? can you sneak one out to your car? or, really, both?
and is it bad that this makes me want to order myself some gerbera daisies?
How does Mr. Myspace know where you work? You better be careful giving out that kind of information!
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