Be Mine!

I had a lovely and relaxed Valentine's, I'm happy to say. We went to dinner at that Greek place by the Bryn Mawr train station, the one I passed by a billion times and still, in 6 years, never went to. The food was good, though not too cheap, and it was pretty entertaining to see so many really classic main-line couples all in one place, lol.... And then suddenly the woman eating alone to one side of us and the couple on the other side of us were both finished with their meals, and the waiter brought a red rose the the woman alone, and a red rose to the woman of the other couple...and Alex and I just looked at each other with the same thought on our faces. "What are they going to give us?"
It's interesting, because really the only logical thing to do would be to give us each a rose, which they did, two lovely pink ones. But even though that would really be the only option, since they were giving roses to all the women in the restaurant, I definitely played out scenarios in my head where they for some reason decided that we were definitely a couple, and that only one of us would get a rose, and I wondered who they would choose to be the "woman." It was really a strange experience, and somehow even stranger that Alex was thinking about it too. It sort of bothers me that I wasn't entirely sure that they would avoid the sort of odd insult that only one rose would be. Is it reasonable to be so attuned to where these kinds of issues could come up?
But aside from the rose question, it was a lovely evening. And my flowers are all cut and arranged in a huge glass on the living room table, brightening up the whole room.... :)