Gargamel wrote:
But hopefully not a blue one.
Get it? Hahahahahaha
ROTFLMAO!!!!!
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Find that a bit funny did we, Slappy?
I think flowers are best when given at a spontaneous time, out of the blue. If it's given for a special occasion, it feels too much like an obligation. Special occasions call for special ways of showing affection. As for the first date? It's cute. It wouldn't determine whether I think the guy is a penis-less or not. But it all depends on each girl. There's no telling what the right answer is because girls taste differ. Good luck
Oh, by the way, I gave her the flowers.
She must have thought I lost my penis, because she reached out and grabbed it later, presumably to see if it was still there, right?
But I'm not complaining.
I take it she is feeling better then?
Amusing thread.
Men are indeed from Mars. I happen to hail from Uranus....
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Where's the drum roll?
Flowers at the first date?
I wouldn't feel comfortable carrying around a whole bunch of flowers.
And...flowers do dye. So...
But it will be nice if a guy buys me flowers just before we part.
Now what's the rule when you're dumping? Send yellow roses?
panzade wrote:Now what's the rule when you're dumping? Send yellow roses?
No. You send plastic flowers, as phony as the artificial love you once shared.
Yeah, write that on the card. Then dress in black and leer at everyone at your local coffee shop.
Garg...are you on your laptop in Starbucks?
That's me!!!
With the thick black glasses and Nietzsche peeking out of my backpack.
I once was stalked by an asst. manager of a sporting goods chain I used to work for. I had just been divorced, was in a new apartment out in the hinterlands...and this guy finds me. I open the door and he's got a box of Nutter Butter cookies...(a CASE of Nutter Butters, the "box" had 24 bags of cookies. He must have worked at Kroger's at some point in his career.) and a dozen red roses. Big silly smile too. I was agile enough to get the cookies and roses into my apartment without letting stalker in.
Disaster narrowly averted, PamO. Your funny anecdote reminds me of something my lil' sister (she's 23 but I have an older one) went through.
She was being...hmm...pursued, by a young man from West Africa. Ever since she got back from living abroad in Kenya and learned Swahili, these African gents have been ga-ga for her. This particular character told tall tales, said his father was Presient of Mail...but that's not the point.
He kept going into her shoe closet, and my sis knew he was trying to figure out her size so he could buy her shoes, but it had only been two weeks, right? A little shady.
But one day he shows up at her door with a pair of Sketchers (shoes), a bunch of silk roses, and a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. How romantic!!! Almost as bad as an economy sized pack of Nutter Butters.
He's history, needless to say...
