Delicious perplexicaty
It appears that I have a secret admirer. This is, shall we say, unexpected - I'm a big fan of telling people that I admire them and want to get into their pants, and most people take the same cue and are as frank with me. It works well, and sometimes leads to pants-getting-in, which is all good in my book!
This year, the plan for Valentine's Day was to be pretty low-key. The finances, they are tight, so Ben and I agreed that having a nice meal at home and exchanging cards would do nicely. And, being without any current secondary relationships (although there is a possibility hoving into view) I wasn't worred about getting gifts or flowers for anyone else, either. On a good year quite a number of those friends I have slept with / would like to sleep with / love to pieces get something, but there you go.
And yet. I just got home from an early appointment to find a giftie on my front porch *grins madly*. It was a poster, that was obvious, all rolled up tight. The rubber band around it had a small card attached (with 'Happy Valentine's Gorgeous!' written inside) and a little white tea-rose. The poster? The poster, it was 'Serenity', full-size. *geek-gasm*
Ben and I have a small version of it that Hazazel and Sam gave us for Giftmas, but full-size? Now that's just fabulous!
I've bearded the usual suspects: those who know of my love for Serenity and would be so thoughtful (but zesprii, neongraal, alasatyr and colitis all claim innocence); and those who might be likely to get my a Valentine's Gift and have figured out my obsessions (that would be the looming possibility - but there has been no reply from that quarter so far). But I am, really, totally perplexed.
To whomever my secret gifty person is - thank you! I love it! And I am a very happy Deb. (And - tell me it's you so I can give you a big smacking kiss?)
This year, the plan for Valentine's Day was to be pretty low-key. The finances, they are tight, so Ben and I agreed that having a nice meal at home and exchanging cards would do nicely. And, being without any current secondary relationships (although there is a possibility hoving into view) I wasn't worred about getting gifts or flowers for anyone else, either. On a good year quite a number of those friends I have slept with / would like to sleep with / love to pieces get something, but there you go.
And yet. I just got home from an early appointment to find a giftie on my front porch *grins madly*. It was a poster, that was obvious, all rolled up tight. The rubber band around it had a small card attached (with 'Happy Valentine's Gorgeous!' written inside) and a little white tea-rose. The poster? The poster, it was 'Serenity', full-size. *geek-gasm*
Ben and I have a small version of it that Hazazel and Sam gave us for Giftmas, but full-size? Now that's just fabulous!
I've bearded the usual suspects: those who know of my love for Serenity and would be so thoughtful (but zesprii, neongraal, alasatyr and colitis all claim innocence); and those who might be likely to get my a Valentine's Gift and have figured out my obsessions (that would be the looming possibility - but there has been no reply from that quarter so far). But I am, really, totally perplexed.
To whomever my secret gifty person is - thank you! I love it! And I am a very happy Deb. (And - tell me it's you so I can give you a big smacking kiss?)