Sometimes surprises happen to you and sometimes you make them happen. I'm a frequent surpriser and a risk-taker so I'm ok with the possibility that my fun surprise for someone could be their un-fun nightmare.
Though this rarely happens because I'm a stellar listener, I have a weird elephant memory, and I generally reserve surprises for people I know. As a result I'm a damn good surpriser.
I'm also a huge fan of being surprised because it's hard to do. I'm stellar at noticing details (a blessing and a curse) so I often know what's coming. Then I do my "Oh my god, I had no idea!" fake surprise face.
But...BOOM! When all goes right and someone did something just for ME my jaded-New-York-City heart goes pitter patter.
And when it fails...
Maybe that someone didn't know me very well. Maybe he had different expectations about my reaction or maybe it was just bad timing.
Either way planning a surprise is a risk, and if you're going to be a risk-taker you need to be ok with failure. You need to be mature enough to manage your own feelings about your botched surprise, take full responsibility, and not blame the surprisee - because, ya know, she had no idea it was coming.
Making surprises happen is like living in the danger zone - be ready to fall flat on your face.
*Pic is from the Blogologues show where I nearly peed my pants from laughing.