February has plus one and we all know it as, Valentine’s Day.
Love it or hate it, we can’t escape it, so embrace it. Celebrate with your sweetie or celebrate with your “Fringles.” Friends + Single = Fringles
A friend recently exclaimed she’ll be single forever. I assured her neither of us will be single forever but until then, we’ll be “fringles”! She burst out laughing and I realized I coined a new word.
If you find yourself single this Valentine’s Day, plan and throw a Fringles party. Be happy, celebrate your accomplishments, have fun, and envision your fabulous future. Treat yourself to a bouquet of roses and splurge for the chocolates.
Valentine’s Day and roses go hand in, as I was pondering which Last Date story to share with you, two different dates with roses came to mind.
Slightly Smooshed
I exited the secured entrance of the condominium and there he stood, underneath the carport with the passenger side car door opened for me. Chivalry! He reached out and pulled me to him, giving me a hug and kiss. Then I heard my elderly neighbors say hello and introductions were made all round.
As I was saying goodbye to my neighbors, I backed into the car and sat down. He closed my door, walked around, got in, and we were off. We began chatting, and I noticed he kept glancing over at me with a curious look. Eventually he asks, “Did you put it in the backseat?” “Put what in the backseat?” I asked. He laughed and said, “I left a red rose on the seat for you.” I scooted forward in my seat and much to my dismay there was red rose, slightly smooshed. Thankfully, he had stood it up against the back of the seat, so I didn’t officially sit on it. I am sure the outcome of the rose would have been different.
How does one recover from this? Giggling comes naturally to me. I smelled the rose while keeping eye contact with him and then gently laid it on the back seat. I thanked him, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and held his hand. His great sense of humor helped too.
White Sterling Roses
We had a lovely Valentine’s Day dinner (our first) at an elegant Chinese restaurant. He reserved a private room with a glass floor, and a pond full Koi swam underneath. Waiting on the dining table for me were two dozen white sterling roses, with white silk ribbon, red hearts, and little cupids. It was magical.
After dinner, he carried the flowers out to the car and as we neared his two-door convertible Mercedes, we noticed a four-door sedan Mercedes parked next to his. Then we noticed the older couple walking ahead us was going to the other Mercedes. We slowed our pace and waited while he settled his wife in their car.
My mind began to wander. I wondered if that would be us in 30 years. I started daydreaming of a future wedding with white sterling roses. I was brought back to the moment when I heard, “Hello.”
When he turned around, after shutting the car door for his wife, he saw us. He saw the roses, the convertible Mercedes and a young couple patiently waiting. He smiled big and said hello, as he walked by us. He looked at me and said, “Honey, if he snaps one rose bud off that bouquet of flowers while putting them in the car. Find yourself another man.” And then he looked at my date and laughed.
Oh, my goodness! Why do men do that? Put each other down. They are not even competing against one another in this situation. Maybe the older man was missing his youth or maybe he was just a cranky curmudgeon?
My date was a class act. He gave a polite laugh, smiled, and responded he would be extra careful. I reached for my dates arm and nuzzled him. Reassuring him all was well.
And then… his wife rolled down the window and said, “Leave the kids alone and get in the car.” Bless her heart! She put him in his place!
May Cupid’s bow and arrow be a straight shot to your love interest and a deep love follow.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
The Last Date 