Expensive roses day

You know how girls always say that giving flowers on Valentine's Day won't win you any points?

Well, it's a damn lie.

I returned after lunch time on V-day and there was a bouquet sitting on my messy desk looking at me with baby eyes. Granted it's not my fave species of flora, but hey, bonus points to the sender.

It was from the bassist from the club I went to a few days before Valentine's. Introduced by a mutual friend, we got to talking after the gig and exchanged namecards before we parted ways. I haven't heard anything since.

Buried somewhere in the bouquet was a card. On the card was an address. A restaurant address to be precise. Hmm...

There must be something in the air on V-day that makes people do funny things and I found myself at the restaurant after work. (To be fair, it was just walking distance. Smart dude.)

So the "date" went on, well, like most dates with quotation marks. Like lunching with a colleague -- You learn some interesting things about each other but nothing deep and meaningful. Maybe it's early days.

We said our goodbyes for the 2nd time. No hugs and kisses; just a friendly seeya-later-mate wave.