Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Slight Retraction...

I've decided to go easy on him this year. After the wild time he showed me last night, flowers seem a little less important.

Just a little bit less. In any event, I'll buy them myself for awhile.

However my rant from last year made me laugh, so I thought I'd keep this up to plug the Cancer Society. It's still a great cause.

From one year ago:

Every man I've dated who's been a great flower-giver has also been over-compensating for some huge personal flaws in other areas. He can't hold down a job, remember to shave or speak to his mother without screaming, but he'll bring me flowers and candy and thoughtful gifts in an attempt to charm me into staying in his life.

Every man I've dated who I think I might like to see across the dining room table for the rest of my life thinks flowers are stupid, or too expensive (they're $10 a dozen on the streets of New York, losers), or useless, or whatever. Who cares if I love them and they make me happy.

A girl shouldn't have to buy her own fucking flowers.

This rant brought to you by the American Cancer Society. Buy some daffodils for someone. It's a good cause, and it might keep you from getting dumped.


Jonathan said...

OMG! Has it honestly been a year?

Luckily I've given my sweetie flowers plenty o' times since then.

Kick that G in the nads and tell him to get serious about the flowers... sheesh...

Frank said...

The architect gave me flowers, and we all saw how that turned out. I would much rather take a wild time. Even if it is in Nyack.

Tuna Girl said...

Oh man! I remember that from last year. I can't belive it's been that long!

And I believe I may have commented last year that if my husband can send me flowers from combat, any man should be up for the task. ;-)