Greetings, readers. As you may guess, as the title implies, I don’t much care for St. Valentine’s Day. I have had horrendous luck with the opposite gender, and have been alone on Valentine’s Day many more times than not. Yesterday, something caught my eye which I shall be happy to share with you now.
Yesterday morning, at my favorite hangout, Panera Bread cafe, as I enjoyed my favorite coffee and cookie, I saw a college couple obviously on what might be considered their first coffee date. I, because I am a writer, went into something I call observation mode. For several minutes I keenly observed this young couple almost to the point of staring at them. Remembering my knowledge from psychology classes, the young lady must have been interested in her new friend, because she was leaning forward with her arms on the table and she wore an almost unceasing smile.
He, as well, was quite cheerful and did his very best to be charming, debonaire, and he seemed to making conversation that included her and her likes. Toward the end of the lunch date, though I could not get the complete details, I believe he was inviting her to some kind of Valentine’s Day party for tomorrow evening. She eagerly checked her date calendar and told him that even though she had something scheduled for earlier that evening, she would definitely, “… try to make it.” Now, being an observer, I could tell that with that smile of hers, that she was not simply trying to polite. She really liked this guy and was really going to try to go.
When they got up to leave, I noticed her carrying something. It looked like a wrapped up single flower. I remember thinking this guy has class. No wonder she likes him. This reminds me of an event that happened many years ago with Georgia. I don’t remember if she was my girlfriend or my wife at the time. I had made reservations at a nice restaurant and asked for a specific table. Now Georgia was not one to like surprises but I was going to try to surprise her anyway. I had ordered a dozen long-stemmed roses to be delivered at the restaurant while we were there. It could not have come off more perfectly. She loved them.
Getting getting back to the massacre part of this title. Tomorrow I am taking a personal day off so that I can slide through this day as quickly and painlessly as humanly possible. This has an added benefit for my friend and writing assistant Rebecca, who has a special someone with whom to enjoy the day.
To wrap up, along with a new blog post today, I hope to put a small one up on Friday – small because Rebecca and I will be doing other work related things. If by some chance you don’t see a new blog post on Friday, enjoy your weekend, take care and happy reading.