Flowers 2


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No, someone else did not send me flowers, but I had to tell the rather amusing story regarding recieving them.

The past few days I have been quizzed on my dating and love life, this very afternoon, my supervisor was drilling me. I always demurely respond that no, I do not have a boyfriend, etc. This mystifies them and they try to match me up with everyone.

Well, someone saw the flower delivery guy pull up, I was glumly and obliviously collating papers, when they rushed up to my desk, guessing who they would be for. They were so sure they were going to be for me, I was like, whatever. Our office is inundated with wives who have husbands who do nice things like send flowers. I'm serious. And I happen to be the only single, unmarried one of the lot. But I digress. Anyway, so when they turned out to be for me, I actually blushed. And of course they had to hear all about him... what is there to tell? He is a really, really nice guy. *really big grin*


1 Responses to “Flowers 2”

  1. Blogger Brian 

    Thats so nice! And it makes a great story too.

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