If you felt like listening, I’d talk for hours (or at least a solid minute) about how I hate getting flowers. I’ve probably talked about it here at some point, and you probably didn’t feel like listening. Point is, I’m strangely proud of the fact that I shy away from clichéd romantic things. So I would always make it very clear to any potential romantic interest that I was nuts and did not want a token of affection in flower form anywhere near me.
Then, last year I met someone who refused to indulge my silly insistence that I hate flowers, and he brought me bright sunflowers on a random Saturday. Okay, I thought. I can handle this. I can be someone who appreciates getting nice, non-cliched flowers for no reason.
That was progress. But I still clung to the notion that to be given flowers in a public place, or on a big holiday, or not exactly to my specifications, was a thing I would not welcome.
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