A few days ago, I posted an article talking about my plan to have a pretend valentine. The idea was to pick someone to act as my “valentine” for the day. I would send the chosen lady flowers and we would talk on February 14. If the “valentine” lived locally, we would go out for dinner. It was all in fun and totally platonic. Nothing romantic at all. It was all coming together nicely, but, as they say even the best-laid plans…
I selected my “pretend valentine” and ordered the flowers. Things were going along quite nicely. She and I even enjoyed a pleasant phone conversation. Then, things changed. She started getting possessive. On Sunday, I was still recovering from bronchitis and wasn’t feeling too well. I could post a blurb on Facebook every now and again, but wasn’t really up to a back-and-forth conversation. Then, she sent me this long rant accusing me of not even trying to heal from the hurt of losing Cindy. My initial response was shock, followed quickly by anger.
If a friend had written those words to me, I would have been inclined to have a heart-to-heart chat to sort it out, but this wasn’t coming from a friend. These words were coming from someone who was still pretty much a stranger. Sure, we were heading toward a friendship, but we were in no way there yet. So, I chose to cut bait. I blocked this woman on Facebook and cancelled the flower order. After all, I don’t need this level of negativity and drama in my life. Believe me, my life has plenty of drama as it is without people making more.
I’m sure that this lady in Tennessee is perfectly lovely and this could very well have been a misunderstanding, but I don’t have the strength or desire to put up with this sort of stuff from someone I don’t even really know. It’s better just to move on sometimes.
So, instead of my original plan to have one “pretend valentine,” I’ve decided I’m going to have lots of them. I am going out and buying either roses or chocolates and I am going to give them away to my friends at the Queen Creek Cafe on Saturday and The San Tan Valley Denny’s on Sunday. Kevin and I did something similar at Christmas. I like this idea better anyway.