Box of candy, winged elf toy, card and one rose in a small vase in plain sight from her front door on her table. I thought about creating a surprise by maybe scattering a dozen roses around her apartment. But it seemed too creepy. She was not home yet by 11:30pm...
Sorry to be a turd GA, but you might want to check A's credit card statements and/or cell phone bill next time you sneak into her place ... :nervous:
It was creepy enough just being in there. And her sister (who's far more evil than I am) was standing right there. One of the things I've learned over the years is to go ahead and trust people. I'd rather be gutshot than endlessly suspicious. Notice I don't have my own key... :shrug: Update: She came to my house first, thus upsetting my diabolical plot. (Sort of) fortunately, I had a valentine there as a spare for someone who I haven't seen. I don't know if she's gone to her apt, yet, as I am at work. :nervous:
She called an hour ago. She found the stuff. She was laughing her ass off. I don't know why. :twitch:
DEFINITELY A GOOD THING!! :dance::joy: It's easy. Woman Laugh = Woman Happy = Guy happy X Guy REALLY happy(unknown variable). But only if Woman laughs because of Guy. If you can make your woman laugh at least once a day (more is way better), you've got yourself one hell of a strong relationship. :thumbsup: I can sincerely vouch for this!!
True, making them laugh is a good sign (one of the few real indicators, in fact), but you have to be perceptive to the type of laughter. :yes:
It was her "I'm about to lose it!" laugh, not her happy laugh. I'm guessing she was stressed about something when she came home. Hopefully, finding the stuff on the table was stress-relieving rather than stress-inducing. We talked about 8pm and she said she was okay and was going to bed early. (I work late in the lab on Tuesdays.) So, I guess I'm not in trouble. She hates her job, but won't quit. Little girls you can pick up and hold, and everything is good. Not so big girls. :shrug: