oy. vey…
Flower delivery to my office seems to befuddle most companies in the area. Usually they will call my office phone directly to say that they’re downstairs now, or on the way and can I come down and get them. They mean to the street, not our bldg’s visitor desk. Matthew has sent me flowers before and each time is an experience.
Well today I get a message from citiflowers that they called and since I wasn’t in, they went on to other deliveries, so I call them back and try to tell them where my building is (the address isn’t enough I guess) and where on the street I can meet them. I didn’t know who the flowers were from, but I had a very good idea as nearly no one else knows my office address. This made me feel a little bit anxious, but the day’s pretty busy so I have stuff to throw myself into…
Finally a connection was made with the deliveryman and I went to get them… a dozen of the most beautiful white roses I’ve seen (perhaps the circumstances are embellishing the experience, but I don’t care) in a long time. With a very touching note from Matthew.
I feel like I’m having an anxiety attack, I’m short of breath, my stomach is turning inside out, I have a splittig headache. I’m determined to give myself some time before contacting him. I planned to get in touch over the weekend and try to meet next week. His note ended with a simple request, “Please call.” I will… I just can’t right now. They’re beautiful though.
