A Change of Heart

I have never been much for Valentine's Day. You see, I'm really not that type of girl. To me it is a day made up by smart people in some greeting card PR department to trick smart people like you and me into believing they need flowers and cards and candy. Those smart PR people got into to cahoots with the flower and candy people and they all jacked up the price of their respective products feeding into the idea that they are a must for all of us to have. Let me let you in on a secret people, I lived in Kenya, the country where the majority of the worlds roses come from and they do not cost $60+ a dozen. They really cost about $4 a dozen. Talk about inflation. BTW men of the world, roses are generic and lack creativity. Tulips and irises however do not.

I don't awww at sweet moments in girlie movies like other girls might. I usually roll my eyes, or burst out laughing and go into some rant about how cheesy and unrealistic it is.

I don't fall for pick up lines. It is rare that anyone actually tries to use them on me, but I have in fact actually laughed in a guy's face once for attempting. I felt really badly about afterward. Okay maybe I didn't, but who thinks those things actually work anyway? I may be what you would call cynical when it comes to this kinda stuff.

Right, so why am I telling you all this? Don't worry, you have not stumbled onto one of those complaining blogs whose point is to hate on this holiday. The reason I am telling you all of this is to intensify the impact of the next sentence. This all may be changing for me. When these beautiful flowers found themselves at the front desk of my building last night AND they were for me, I became one of the girls I make fun of. I gushed and awwed and got all girlie. Then I grabbed my phone and gushed and awwed to the sender. I shocked even myself with how easily I was converted into a gushy girl. I guess deep down I want pretty flowers on Valentine's Day just as much as the next girl. Who knew?

Just don't expect me to be crying at Titanic anytime soon, a girl has her limits.