Impulse

Last night I read a post on a friend’s blog, asking us ladies how we felt about receiving flowers from a man… If we liked it; if there were specific occasions we preferred, or even expected, flowers; at what point in a relationship was it not “too early” to give them, etc. It got me to thinking. You see, every now and then, I buy myself a little bouquet of my favorite flowers, just as a little pick-me-up (if no one else is gonna spoil me, I will at least spoil myself). One time, several years back, when I worked in a grocery store, a customer approached me one day with a small bouquet of these same flowers. He said he had been working up the nerve to talk to me for a long time, saw me buying these same flowers one time, and decided that I deserved to have them given to me instead of buying them myself. I wound up going on one date with him, and we had a decent enough time but nothing ever came of it. Yet here I am, years later, with such a fond memory of that little bouquet.

(BTW, if you’ll notice, I’ve very carefully refrained from naming the flowers… All I’ll say about that is that they’re not roses, and that the man who brings these to me will capture my heart…)

So today I was talking to a friend of mine, about another friend of mine… I think I may be facilitating a love connection. LOL Anyway… she was thinking about doing something sweet to surprise him, and I’m encouraging her as best I can. She didn’t want to seem to forward or aggressive, but at the same time thought it might be nice for him. My advice to her was that, as long as no one gets hurt in the process, this kind of little impulsive move is never a mistake. No matter what happens in the future, whether it goes anywhere or not… he will remember, and cherish, what she did for him.

Hopeless romantics, here we go again…