thanks for the flowers...

but that doesn't change the fact that i don't want to share your bed at night.

to my horror, non-sports-caring-loving-watching boy, we shall name him 'the Athlete,' sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers to the office yesterday for my birthday. everyone wants to know who they are from and wait with anticipation while i open the envelop and unveil the card.
sure enough....
'happy birthday, sweetheart! love, the Athlete.'

oh boy... lots of explaining to the co-workers to do.

no only do i not like this man anymore (it just turned off like a switch, actually!) but you will never meet him, ever. so don't get to excited.

the most unfortunate part of it all, other than calling him to thank him... the flowers are beautiful. all of my favorite. lots and lots of daisies. i love them.

i hope the Athlete doesn't hope this the clincher and i will fall back in love with him, however i really never was. maybe for a day while the smothering and phone leash was cute.

it was cute when i told him a few months ago that i have always wanted flowers at work for my birthday. a piece of me cringed every time some other broad got them from her man-friend. but i was hoping he would forget. and while he was in a mind-fog, forget my birthday and my existence, too. that would make my escape less stealthy.

luckily i wont have the option of seeing him till the weekend. until then, i need to decide what to do.
this. is. a. disaster.