Actually, G and I are high-browed, sophisticated people who have chosen to rise above the American commercialism of this manufactured holiday. Read: new furniture for Christmas = no Vday celebration.
I do have a funny story though. When G and I were engaged, he was living in Hawaii and I was finishing up grad school in AR. We were starry-eyed romantics in those days, and he used to send me flowers at least once a week, sometimes even daily. You can imagine how much my coworkers just loved that.
But, Vday that year - fatefully, the year we were engaged to be married - came and went with no flowers for me. Everyone in my office got flowers except me. G kept calling and fishing around, "Soooooooo? How are things goinggggggg?" and I kept getting snippier and snippier, "Fine. Just fine."
Turns out that the most popular florist in town had a disgruntled worker who filled up his delivery van, repeatedly, all day long, and methodically dumped thousands of dollars of beautiful flowers into a local creek.
So, I didn't get my dozen roses on Valentine's Day that year. But I got two dozen the next day.
Happy Valentine's Day, Peeps!
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