Bitten by the Lovebug

So, MIA again!  Sorry about that.  I caught a good ol’ winter bug a couple of weeks ago, and unfortunately for me, it’s not bad enough to require antibiotics but bad enough to severely inconvenience us for about 12 days.  There were tons of home remedies, and I now have a renewed appreciation for ginger lemon tea and Panera Bread’s broccoli cheddar soup.  Thankfully, I was able to recover in time for Valentine’s day.

This year is our first ever hearts day together.  Really.  Seriously.  I met my husband in May 2004.  I got back together with him in September 2013.  We got married January 2016.  And he was on assignment in Japan that year during Valentine’s Day.  Of course, I wasn’t even discreet with him about this day being our first.  In fact, I compelled him to take me out.

“This is our first ever,” I said.  “You better make up for not being here last year.”

“I will,” he said.

Monday evening, he took me to Roots Steakhouse in Summit.  Quite a fancy place for our general liking, but it did not disappoint.  We got the seared sesame seed tuna and Caesar salad to start.  They had a pretty decent wine selection, so I settled for this Tuscan wine to match my Prime NY Strip Steak, cooked to its medium rare perfection.  Husband was more adventurous, and took the 20 oz. Dry Aged Cowboy Prime Steak.

I was about to whip out my phone to take some photos but Husband stopped me.  “No phones,” he said.  We slipped away into our offline meal.

It was the perfect dinner, truly an explosion of flavors.  Having a taste of the dry aged beef, I see now why people look after the dry ageing.  It really does have a bolder taste to it, but the tenderness is still present.  My strip didn’t disappoint too, as I sunk into it bite after bite.  I matched mine with potato au gratin, while he had his with creamy whipped potatoes.  Sorry.  We can go fancy, but potatoes = life.

We tried to walk around downtown Summit, but it was frigid cold.  Husband excused himself for having V-day dinner a day early; he wasn’t sure how late he’d come home the next day as they’re paying for the snow day last week, courtesy of Storm Niko.  So on the drive home, I told him we’ll just catch dessert and coffee tomorrow, reminding myself to find a dessert cafe nearby.

The next day, the alarm sounds off and I turn to get up and make his breakfast.

“Five more minutes,” he pulls me back to his side.

“It’s already 6:30,” I said.  He leaves for work in an hour.  “I have to cook your lunch too.”

“Fine, fine,” he sighs.  Then, he pulls me closer and said, “Where do you want to catch breakfast?”

“You don’t have work?”

He smiles.

“You don’t have work.”

He giggles.

“You don’t have work!”

And the rest of the day unfolded like a dream.

It really was all the years we missed bundled together in one day.  He made breakfast, as I requested.  Steak and eggs, since we took home the last bit of our steaks.  Around lunch time, flowers, teddy and chocolates came.  Then he took me out for a couples’ massage.  After, we had late lunch at Inspiration Roll.  On our way home, we bought our desserts and coffee, and crawled into bed early.  It was the perfect celebration.

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It was one of those days when it’s just unbelievable how blessed I am in this life.  I look back at all the raucous and vividly disturbing things I’ve done, especially in my youth, and then I look at him sleeping next to me, and I just wonder how in the world did I get so lucky.  He could have chosen to be with someone else, yet he insisted that I’m the one.  It took me a while to come around, but he was persistent.  I can look for all the reasons why I’m this happy, but at this very moment, I can only bend my knees and be thankful that I am.

Maybe this is something I should not get used to, considering of course we can’t always have it this good.  I mean, who does right?  We’re bound to have rough days ahead, really, let’s be honest.  But still, I have a good feeling we’ll both work on having surprise days like these ahead.

Hope your heart is as full as mine.

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To the World Florist Association

Dear World Florist Association,

Some 7 or 8 years ago, I broke off a relationship for reasons I now do not understand.  That same person found his way back to me and we have been very blessed since.  He has calmed me, kept me composed, given me peace when I needed it the most, and tamed my potty mouth. His “level-headedness” is something I do my best to imitate.  He is quite an admirable man.

Imagine my giddiness when, three days before Valentine’s Day, he not-so-subtly checked if I will be in the office all day because something “may or may not arrive between 8am to 6pm.”

Imagine my suppressed laughter when, come Valentine’s Day, I can sense he’s forcing himself to stay awake until that something came.

Imagine my worry when his eagerness turned into anxiety, and then disappointment as the hours passed by and nothing came.

Imagine his frustrated tone when he finally admitted, the next day, that he picked out flowers for me that was supposed to arrive on V-day, and that he paid extra so it would arrive before lunchtime.

Imagine my surprise when he didn’t receive a notification from your company that the delivery was not made.

Imagine the tiny ounce of patience left in me when I calmly said, “Let’s see how they will apologize for it on Monday.”

Imagine my anger when you didn’t.

Allan never misses an occasion.  With almost 7,000 miles between us, he has made sure to never miss an event or an instance to profess his love for me.  (We long distance couples depend on these supposed convenient means to make our presence felt, just in case you are incapable of doing the math.)  So it all made sense when he finally admitted that it was the World Florist Association who did not deliver.

If he had not written an email about the non-delivery, would your sales team have informed him?  Not a peep, not a call, not a single PROACTIVE apology.  He had to tell you that you failed to do your job.

You did not even find it within the sphere of simple customer service and basic crisis management to just send the flowers immediately.  He had to wait for you to come up with it on your own.

You further insulted him, in my opinion, by throwing him a bone in the form of chocolates and a committed February 19 delivery.

A woman called at 3:30 pm today, confirming the delivery address and at the same time, assuring me that the flowers will reach me today.  It is now 10:00 pm and I am yet to see the shadow of the flowers my partner had lovingly picked out for me.

AND YOU STILL HAVE THE GALL TO CHARGE ALLAN FOR YOUR “SERVICE.” There is not a single soul in the business of complaints handling that would attest to your effective conflict resolution.  At least, not in this instance.

I could have done away with the flowers.  But Allan picked those out.  I want to see what he got for me.  He knows to pick exactly the ones I would love. He never misses an occasion.  But thanks to you, he has now.

I wanted to know at what level of disservice, dissatisfaction and inconvenience would trigger your tiny, tiny mind to actually deliver the product as requested as committed and also, grant him a full refund for every bit of trouble you’ve put him through?

Because given your poor comprehension of business ethics and the realization that you have not come close in making up for it — and my potty mouth ready to fire off at this very minute — a semblance of GENUINE, SINCERE, AND MEASURABLE APOLOGY IS IN DIRE NEED.

World Florist Association, sir, you are a cunt. You do not deserve his faith in your service, much more his money. You should be ashamed of yourself. Fucking give it back.

I am blessed with a kind-hearted man who will never talk down on anyone or make anyone feel bad on purpose. He will disagree with me on this, this email will lead to an argument, but I am not about to sit idly by and watch you STEAL HIS HARD EARNED MONEY AND CALL IT A QUALITY PRODUCT.

 
Absolutely never using your service again and OHMYGOD my LDR couple friends are going to so hear all about your assholery,
Me.