DISCLAIMER:
These stories are inspired by Felicia’s colorful 2017. If the reader prefers, the short stories/blogs or parts of it may be regarded as fiction. But as Ernest Hemingway said, there is always the chance that fiction may throw some light on what has been regarded as fact.
I’m hoping you have read some of past blogs already. Otherwise, you may be lost in this one. For a little background, I suggest to read blog entry, "The One When I Spent My First Weekend in Hartford."
My friend, Karol, the writer/professor, told me that it is important to write elements that humanized the beginning of a relationship. She said, “You once loved something about him and readers look for that honesty.” So here it is...
It’s 5:15 pm and I was still in my office. I was waiting for John, but
also, for the flowers he said he sent. They were supposed to arrive early in the
afternoon. My heart skipped a beat when my phone beeped for a text message notification. John was in the lobby waiting for me. I hurried out excitedly, and when the elevator doors opened, I saw my handsome date, in a dark gray suit, a white shirt with a red and
silver tie. We gave each other a kiss and a warm embrace. And then I gently
pushed away, so I can look at his face, put the tip of my index finger on his deep
dimple on the right cheek, as I make a
memory of him looking at me with that big smile of his.
The flowers did not arrive. John was upset. This is the first time I saw him frustrated and so unsettled. I was quite touched by this. He said he really wanted me to be surprised on our first Valentine’s date, and get a big “Awww” from people at work.
The flowers did not arrive. John was upset. This is the first time I saw him frustrated and so unsettled. I was quite touched by this. He said he really wanted me to be surprised on our first Valentine’s date, and get a big “Awww” from people at work.
We only had an hour and half before “Jersey Boys” starts, so we decided to have a quick bite at the sushi place in the lobby of my building. Well, “quick,” it was not. The service that night was so slow, that when our meal was finally served, John and I ate as if we were on a quick lunch break on a busy work day. I can tell John was not happy about it. He wanted this night to be perfect.
It only took us 7 minutes to walk from my building to The Colonial Theater. Walking fast in my 3-inch heels seemed effortless when there’s a strong arm you are holding on to. I never had that. It’s usually little people (my children) who are holding on to me.
The show was AMAZING! John and I were humming and singing to “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You,” “Who Loves You,” “Walk Like A Man” and more. There
were a few ladies who came in
with their bouquet of flowers. John said, “ If only your bouquet arrived
on time like theirs...” He was also a bit disappointed that the seats he
purchased were not that close to the stage. After all, tickets were sold out.
As much as I would have loved to have received my flowers, I was not envious of the other couples, even those seated at the front rows. I just couldn’t believe I was out... on Valentine’s Day... on a date... with a man ... who can sing my songs...who is holding my hand... who is so in love with me... and me with him!
As much as I would have loved to have received my flowers, I was not envious of the other couples, even those seated at the front rows. I just couldn’t believe I was out... on Valentine’s Day... on a date... with a man ... who can sing my songs...who is holding my hand... who is so in love with me... and me with him!
It’s Friday, February 14th , 2014. John and I will be
celebrating our second Valentine’s Day together! This time, he made sure
nothing went wrong with his plan. But then, I thought last year was already perfect!
Unfortunately, it was my plan that got messed up. The heart-shaped balloons and red-ribboned
basket of chocolates and cashew nuts I ordered for him did not make it to his
office on time. It had been snowing for 2 days. Many deliveries were delayed and rescheduled.
I would have loved for John to get embarrassed by a big “awwww” from his colleagues at work.
John did not tell me where we were going that night.
We first went to an Indian restaurant, which I was not so thrilled about since I am not a big fan of curry and strong spices. But as soon as I had a taste of the coconut naan, samosa and chicken biryani, I asked again for the menu! I wanted to look at what I can possibly order the next time we get Indian food. The service was slow, but neither of us was bothered by this. After all, it’s Valentine’s night, we were lucky we got a table. We finished our delicious dinner and I still did not know where John was taking me. We walked a couple of blocks on the snow covered sidewalks of Mass Avenue , holding hands until we stopped in front of the beautiful Boston Symphony Hall.
We first went to an Indian restaurant, which I was not so thrilled about since I am not a big fan of curry and strong spices. But as soon as I had a taste of the coconut naan, samosa and chicken biryani, I asked again for the menu! I wanted to look at what I can possibly order the next time we get Indian food. The service was slow, but neither of us was bothered by this. After all, it’s Valentine’s night, we were lucky we got a table. We finished our delicious dinner and I still did not know where John was taking me. We walked a couple of blocks on the snow covered sidewalks of Mass Avenue , holding hands until we stopped in front of the beautiful Boston Symphony Hall.
John and I took a cab since he parked his car by my building. I thought we were going home, but then he told the cab driver to drive a few meters more. You see, across my building is the Park Plaza Hotel! “Oh...My... God.”
As if the night
was not marvelous enough , he opened the door to our 6th floor suite, and
there on the bed was a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates! Another “Oh...My... God!”
John spent the entire weekend with me. He drove two hours back on
a Monday, which was a holiday. Tuesday, the next day, I sent him this email.
To be continued...Valentines 2, "The One With Trevor Noah/Crying in the Shower"
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