A week prior to Valentine’s day, he told me that he was going out of town on Monday but will definitely be back in town for our first Valentine’s Day together, and then he said, “Mi amor, I know how much you hate chocolate and how you do not care for flowers. What would be a good gift?” Oh, was it possible that I would finally receive a gift that I actually liked? Неопределённо-оптимистично, я прошептала: “Perfumes make really good gifts” (because perfumes do make really good gifts in my book). Завершающим ударом было преподнесение мне Spanish Essentials, the educational software. He explained that Spanish was the most appropriate language for LOVE (I know, I know, держите меня шестеро, but that’s how it happened), and I should learn it so we could sweet-talk in Spanish exclusively. I thought that Greenrose’s Valentine’s Day curse would finally be lifted (hey, it did happen to Red Sox, didn’t it?) A couple of days later he text-messaged me asking how I was doing and said he was working real hard on his business trip, meetings all day long and so on. Nothing out of the ordinary, business as usual.
Do I need to tell you that I have never heard from him again?
By Saturday I started getting a little worried. On Sunday something was telling me that I would not have a happy Valentine’s Day. I kind of knew. On February 14, I woke up in the morning. I put on a brand new red cashmere sweater (courtesy of my mother! She sent it to me together with a Valentine card), a silver heart engraved “Hug me, Kiss me, Love me”, my stunning aqua eyes, and went to work. A dead silence surrounded me. No call, no e-mail, no text-message, no sign of life from my so-called boyfriend. When my secretary asked me what I was doing for Valentine’s Day, I responded, “I think I am being stood up.” Секретарша неуверенно предположила: “Maybe he is going to surprise you.” I did not believe that even for a minute. I went home. The next day at lunch I told my friends at work about him. Very predictable reaction: What a jerk! He does not deserve you! You should tell him how you feel! You should call him and curse at him!
Now when I show up at work, they immediately ask me, “Did he call?” And then they say, “Why don’t you call him and give him a piece of your mind.” I sit there and I know that he is only a phone call away, and I look at my phone, but the thing is that I do not want to call. I am not sad, and I am not angry, and I am not upset. Единственным актом агрессии с моей стороны является выброс его зубной щётки в мусорное ведро. I am just puzzled.
In a couple of days I went from a girlfriend to a woman who did not have a date for Valentine’s Day. I kept his stupid chamomile tea (something that I would not be caught dead drinking, but who knows, maybe my next boyfriend will be a girlie tea drinker, too), and I have Number 1 selling Spanish educational software on my computer now. I do realize that I will never see him again, and I can even understand his disappearance, but one thing that I will never understand is the following:
WHY DID HE ASK ME WHAT I WANTED AS MY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT?
By the way, I lied about perfumes. What I really wanted was Tiffany’s bracelet with a heart charm on it. You know what I am talking about, don’t you?