Is It The 15th Yet?

So far today, I've received four things of chocolate (which I somehow convinced myself back in college that I don't like to eat and will randomly hand out to the security guys downstairs) and a dying little rose bush. All from sales reps. Oh, and an extra bagel from my coffee cart man who was caught up in the holiday spirit.

What did I not receive? A reply to an innocent text sent this morning to the guy I've recently been on a few dates with wishing him a "Happy Valentine's Day." Can I pick 'em or what?

Methinks a cocktail with co-workers is in order before making the slushy schlep home. Actually, it's more like a boozy dinner followed by a front row seat at (appropriately named) Loser's Lounge.