"Friend: A member of the opposite sex in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing. "The Dictionary of Dating
I remember standing outside her house with a stalk of white rose in one hand, and sweat on both. It was St. Valentine's Day of 2004, and tradition called for a gift of dismembered reproductive organs of plants from a boy to the girl he loves or is hoping to win over. It's a strange thing that no matter how much a girl insists that she don't like flowers and that under no circumstances she wants to be given such a gift, they'd still squeal in obvious delight when they are. Of course, that effect is generally provoked if you give her a massive bouquet of maybe 12, 33 or whatever other catchy number of posies you can put together with generous trimmings of forget-me-nots, baby's-breaths and lil' daisies as fillers. Not so much one single white rose - which incidentally (and very much unfortunately) was all I had. Being poor sucks. Mega suck. Like St. Valentine pointing to his nuts saying "Suck this!" suck.
Another obvious source of embarrassment was the fact that I was standing by the roadside with a flower in my hand, and having single-on-V-day-cyber-cafe-dorks (which SS15 had in alarming quantity) pointing and snickering at me as they pass me by. It was then I appreciate just how difficult it is to pretend that a flower is a natural extension of my limbs.
That, was the first time I have ever given a flower to a girl.
And on the other end of the spectrum,
I spotted this sweet, sweet bloke outside of the Indira girls' hostel while I was waiting for Phoebs for dinner yesterday.
Someone's Daddy with a birthday present for his big little girl, perhaps?
Who's your Daddy,
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