What a ripoff!! A dozen roses for $45. All my desire to please Christina departed from my brain upon learning that a mere bunch of roses will set me back $45 PLUS delivery charge.
It is cheaper if I just bought flowers from a petrol station, or from a supermarket. But it means that I will have to carry them. There are no way I am carrying a bunch of flowers to Christina's house. I will be laughed off the planet. Have you ever noticed those guys carrying flowers on their way home? God they look like losers. Whenever I see one of those guys, all I could think about is that they are gravelling losers on some sort of sexual embargo. The only reason they are succuming to those flower rip off merchants is because they are hoping the flowers will unlock the embargo. There is no way I am at their level.
Since there is no other way of delivering flowers to Christina, and I want to be nice to her for once, reluctantly I ordered flowers from the net. Not because I see this as a way to end my embargo, I got Kristy for that. I want to give Christina flowers becauseI want to see her smile. Her smile warms my heart.
About two hours from the delivery time, I got a text message from Christina saying she got the flowers. Amongst her suspicions about the reason why she got flowers, she was happy. Happy because it is the first time in 12 months that I have sent her a gift that she could show off to her co-workers. It is not that I didn't buy her gifts, it is just that all my gifts to date are inappropriate for public display so until today, she never had a chance to show off.
"Come to my house for dinner"
Recycling the unopened bottle of champaign that Kristy and I never got a chance to drink the other night, I turned up to Christina's apartment expecting to smell burnt food. Christina, despite all her good intentions and misconceptions about her own ability, cannot cook. She doesn't have the patience to wait for the meat to marinade. She is often distracted so that she forgot the vegetables are cooking until it is too late.
I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into her apartment and there was no charcol on the table. Food, glorious deliciously smelling food was on the candlelit table with my $45 roses as the centrepiece.
"Did you cook all this food?" I asked with faked amazement.
"I spent ages. I even took off work early to really concentrate on making good food." She said in her childish voice. Yeah right, more like she took off work early so she could get some good take away food.
Regardless, free food and I am happy.
When it rains, it pours. After the food Christina finally ended the embargo. Whether the embargo was ended because I got her flowers, or that she just couldn't go without anymore I don't know. But I guess at the end of the day, the embargo has ended with the sweet smell of roses in the air.
It is cheaper if I just bought flowers from a petrol station, or from a supermarket. But it means that I will have to carry them. There are no way I am carrying a bunch of flowers to Christina's house. I will be laughed off the planet. Have you ever noticed those guys carrying flowers on their way home? God they look like losers. Whenever I see one of those guys, all I could think about is that they are gravelling losers on some sort of sexual embargo. The only reason they are succuming to those flower rip off merchants is because they are hoping the flowers will unlock the embargo. There is no way I am at their level.
Since there is no other way of delivering flowers to Christina, and I want to be nice to her for once, reluctantly I ordered flowers from the net. Not because I see this as a way to end my embargo, I got Kristy for that. I want to give Christina flowers becauseI want to see her smile. Her smile warms my heart.
About two hours from the delivery time, I got a text message from Christina saying she got the flowers. Amongst her suspicions about the reason why she got flowers, she was happy. Happy because it is the first time in 12 months that I have sent her a gift that she could show off to her co-workers. It is not that I didn't buy her gifts, it is just that all my gifts to date are inappropriate for public display so until today, she never had a chance to show off.
"Come to my house for dinner"
Recycling the unopened bottle of champaign that Kristy and I never got a chance to drink the other night, I turned up to Christina's apartment expecting to smell burnt food. Christina, despite all her good intentions and misconceptions about her own ability, cannot cook. She doesn't have the patience to wait for the meat to marinade. She is often distracted so that she forgot the vegetables are cooking until it is too late.
I was pleasantly surprised when I walked into her apartment and there was no charcol on the table. Food, glorious deliciously smelling food was on the candlelit table with my $45 roses as the centrepiece.
"Did you cook all this food?" I asked with faked amazement.
"I spent ages. I even took off work early to really concentrate on making good food." She said in her childish voice. Yeah right, more like she took off work early so she could get some good take away food.
Regardless, free food and I am happy.
When it rains, it pours. After the food Christina finally ended the embargo. Whether the embargo was ended because I got her flowers, or that she just couldn't go without anymore I don't know. But I guess at the end of the day, the embargo has ended with the sweet smell of roses in the air.
posted by Michael @ 9:55 AM
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