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Romance, it's madness. Best avoided by real people.
Ganesh and I met while we were working together. He was there for a year. No way I was gonna shag him and come in to work every day for the rest of the year and see him there after a one night stand.
So, after five months we came together and it was apocalyptic. But, being consummate professionals, we told no one at work. Then came Valentine's day, not long before he left my unit.
Interflora man, having delivered flowers all morning and kissed the lucky ladeez on the delivery advice each time, arrived in the acute psychiatric unit I ran and asked for "Sister Xoc". My garrulous team pointed him my way, snickering, and he advanced on me with a bouquet of long stemmed red roses.
Without batting an eye, he said "Well, I've kissed all the rest" and gave me a Valentine's Day smacker and my floral tribute. Awwww. So, I guess they all knew from then on about the nancy boys' assignations in the on-call suite.
Should have got Interflora man's number. He was a sweetie.
14th February the next year I was running a team event with a brain injuries team upstairs in a Quaker meeting house. Interflora man tried to deliver a five foot tall bouquet from Edinburgh's best florist five times. He kept interrupting the Quaker funeral downstairs and being shooed away. Florists eventually delivered to our home on the 15th and gave me a complimentary bunch of something valentinesy too as recompense for their "error". Nice people.
Understandably, I am nervous of romantic gestures, in the first months of the year particularly. |
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