This past Sunday right after sacrament meeting, the bishop stood up and announced that everyone should remain in their seats for a brief presentation. I immediately froze and quickly tried to remember the date. Friday was the 10th because I had "Hang out with Ryan and Jon" on my google calendar, making Saturday the 11th and Sunday the 12th. February 12th. The Sunday before Valentine's Day. Visions of awkward guys in used-to-be-white shirts and cartoon ties handing out carnations without making eye contact immediately danced through my mind. I hoped with all my heart and soul that I was wrong.
Unfortunately, I was not wrong. I was very right.
The bishop asked all the women to stand(!?). Then a dozen men wandered through the chapel handing out truffles and flowers. My fight-or-flight instincts immediately mobilized, and my eyes darted around for a way to extricate myself from the situation. There was no way out. Nothing to do but wait for a guy, who has never spoken a word to me, definitely doesn't know my name, and will likely never speak to me again, to flash a self-satisfied smile (look how sweet he is for being such a Valentine's Day charmer!) and hand me a generic gift.
To their credit, they were roses and not carnations.