For one hour each day, I am the receptionist at my place of employment.
I sit behind the front desk and
monitor the security cameras, greet guests, distribute badges, sign people in and out, answer the phone, and scroll through my WordPress Reader feed while the security guard is on break. For obvious reasons, it is one of my favorite segments of the workday.
Last week, during one of my front desk sessions, a florist delivered a dozen red roses. They were beautiful–deep red and velvety, potently scented, and lusciously arranged. When the employee to whom they had been sent came to retrieve them, I commented on the beauty of the arrangement; and she surprised me by confiding that they were from a gentleman with whom she had gone on a first date the night before.
A dozen roses the morning after a first date?
I think I would feel a bit overwhelmed. Perhaps I’m skeptical because it’s never happened to me, but I think a dozen red roses after a first date falls into the category of too much too soon.
(Maybe this is why guys get so frustrated with girls: We say we want flowers and then criticize the amount and type they send when they DO send them?)
Seriously though, a DOZEN roses? After a FIRST date?
Maybe I wouldn’t find the roses quite so disconcerting if the employee hadn’t mentioned that, during the first date, the man in question suggested taking her to Vegas the following month. That probably colors my opinion with a great deal of negative bias because it seems to me that future weekend travel arrangements to Vegas are not the kind of thing one proposes to someone they don’t even know yet–unless, of course, they are only seeking short term physical gratification. Nothing screams “I’m not interested in investing in an actual relationship with you” quite like suggesting a trip to Vegas with a girl you’ve known for all of 20 minutes.
Though I knew who she was due to her consistently fantastic choice of footwear (she is probably the most fashionable employee who works at the facility), I had never had a conversation with this employee–merely admired her footwear from afar. But an inquiry about the roses led to the admission that she had met the guy through online dating; and suddenly a person with whom I thought I had nothing in common became a kindred spirit, and we ended up scheduling a lunch date to swap online stories.
Online dating exists to bring people together; yet it never ceases to amuse me how unexpectedly that can happen.
What do you think?
Am I too judgmental about the first date dozen? Is it romantic or just too much?