Roses are Red, Desi Girl is Blue

3:20pm. February 14, 2011

Is it sad that I can remember the first time I got sent Valentine's Day flowers from a guy?

I remember getting a call from the front desk at work on Valentine's Day asking me to pick up a delivery.

Come again Ms. Receptionist? Me? Why? I didn't order anything!

It's funny how even as I was opening the box from 1-800-FLOWERS I couldn't believe these were for me. I read the 1 line card over and over again thinking my name was a typo. Simply because this does not happen to me.

I even saved the card that came along with it in my wallet for a long time.

I was on cloud 9. They were sent to me from what I thought at that time to be the perfect thoughtful boyfriend....until fast forward eight months later he broke up with me via phone AFTER I WAS THE ONE THAT CALLED HIM.

(Yes in case you are keeping track, I have a "thing" for long distance relationships)

Girls, I cannot stretch this enough...hindsight is always 20/20. Now I can say with confidence I'm so glad it didn't workout between Mr. Valentine and I.

In the event that this relationship dis work out, I would have to explain to my parents why our children don't speak an ounce of my mother tongue and why our children are so "healthy" aka fat.

Yes, I thought about that too. If I became Mrs. Valentine my kids would be NYC slick speaking little fatties who would have a hard time squeezing through the doors on the subway navigating through the city that never sleeps.

C'mon I know you've all imagined what your children would look like with a guy you were seeing at one point another. So no judging.

The moral of this story is embrace those small moments and know that certain gestures come with the relationship. It's too be expected.

P.S I do I don't carry that card in my wallet these days. I ran it threw a shredder a few days after the awkward phone break up.