In and out, in and out, in and out. Sweaty bodies pulsated to music with one goal in mind–finish the work out. I was on one of the leg machines at Snap Fitness watching my cellulite ripple with each push. It was disturbing.  The folks around me, lost in conversation, television reruns, or ear bud tunes, had their own demons to control so I kept at my own.
The radio DJ on the overhead speaker said the following, “Hey guys! If you think you’re scoring points by presenting her roses on Valentine’s day you are only half right. If you really want to make her happy, have those flowers show up at her work on Friday.â€
I pondered that for a moment and realized it was true. There’s something about having other people oooo and ahhhh when your lover/husband/boyfriend/girlfriend sends a visible expression of love that is beyond satisfying.
Whenever my husband sent flowers to the office I worked at some years ago I was thrilled. “Lucky you!†was heard more often than, “Oh oh. What did he do now?†It’s like getting a gold star for being desirable, loved, lusted after.
Now that I’m working from home I still adore getting flowers. More often than not my sweetie arrives home and has them behind his back. With a flourish he presents them, followed by a wicked smile. It’s good, but it’s a secret. Women sorta-kinda want the world to know what a kick-butt romantic their guy is.
My romantic guy? The best part of my day. And night.
