Hello out there, who ever you are. Dave. doesn’t sound like a mysterious name… And so begins my strange story of an early Valentine’s day gift that is probably from my boyfriend, but was signed “-Dave”

Derek, this guy at work, hands me this box of flowers and says something like “somebody loves you” in a musical kind of way. My first thought is “That Bastard” while smiling ear to ear. Jeff and I said that we weren’t going to get each other anything for Valentine’s day, just go out and have a nice dinner over the weekend. And I meant it too. But then I remembered talking to him in the car and saying “Can you send me some flowers at work and I’ll pay you for them? I like having plants at work.” I was half-joking, but I guess he (being the sweetie that he is) decided to give me a little surprise.

I open the box, see the multi-colored tulips (I love tulips) and set about getting a vase and all that good stuff. I go to read the note attached and it says “Happy Valentine’s Day…Love you.” “Dave”

DAVE?! Who is Dave! Is my boyfriend just messin with me (he is a funny guy). I’m sure it was just a mixup with the flower company. Do I actually have a secret admirer?! Of course not, but it’s neat to think about. And of course I can’t get in touch with Jeff because his cellphone must be out of range. Well, it’s a nice thought to have a secret admirer, even though now adays it’s called stalking.