Flashback Memory Friday: The flowers I've received

Sorry everyone, my computer was down and I've been working 12 days straight, so I didn't have a chance to get to Starbucks to use their internet.

Stella got flowers sent to her at work from her sweetie. *Sent* to her. How sweet is that?! She said she almost cried and then ran around work showing everyone- coworkers and clients. Apparently she beamed all day and keeps the card that came with the flowers in her pocket. They were her favourite kind of flowers. Oh yeah, he sent them to her for no reason. The card read, “Have a great day.”

I’ve been given flowers from men a few times.

1) Once, an ex-boyfriend tried to win me back with flowers. He busted out the, “I love you” line. I knew it was crap and called him on it. I accidentally dented his classic car the same night. It was locked, but didn’t close all the way, so I hip checked it. Whoops. The flowers were a generic bouquet that could have been given to his grandma if I didn’t want them.

2 and 3) Another time I got flowers from a guy I met on the internet (not Taco). Actually, that reminds me, Taco gave me a red rose. Even though this was really cliché, it was pretty. I was more impressed that he walked to get it. Maybe if it was pink or yellow or something I’d have liked it more. When it was getting wimpy looking, I cut off the flower and kept the stem. I’m an artist so I can do weird things like that. Anyway, the other internet guy gave me flowers, but I can’t really remember them. This is not a good sign.

4) I once got a rose bush for Valentines Day. The thought was nice. They were yellow and beautiful… until they died. I was never able to rejuvenate the flowers. Perhaps that is symbolic of the relationship. Ha.

5) I asked Spreadsheet once if he ever gave me flowers. He said he did, but I don’t remember. I think he’s making it up. But then again, maybe he did. Hmmm.

6) I think one of the most romantic flowers ever given to me was a pink rose that was picked out of the garden at the place I was staying. I was crazy about the guy and he was crazier about me. He got up early, climbed through the window and gave me the rose when I woke up. The guy was so sweet. I hear he’s in a heavy metal band now.

7) I thought I was going to die. It was late at night and I thought I’d take a short cut through the Empress Hotel garden. It was poorly lit and a guy sitting on some steps on the right said something. Then some guy jumped the fence on my left and started walking toward me signalling for me not to move. He held his hand behind his back maybe with a knife or something. Great, I was about to get mugged or stabbed to death and there was no one around. I was frozen and couldn’t move. He came within about two and a half feet of me, hand still behind his back. My eyes were huge. I stopped breathing. He whipped out a pink rose. I inhaled again.

8) When I worked at the hotel I was befriended by a hot Mexican guy. He wanted to take me out to dinner at midnight. I said yes. I think I must have been crazy. Darius nearly had a heart attack, so did Spreadsheet and Fairweather. They still chastise me. Anyway, the guy and I went for a beautiful secluded walk along the water and sat on some rocks and talked. He smelled so good. I can’t believe he didn’t try to kiss me. I might have gone for it too, he was beautiful. On the way back to the hotel we walked through a rose garden and he managed to break off one of the most fragrant yellow roses I’ve ever smelled. However, I was more flattered that he was willing to cut up his hands on the thorns. He bled all over the place and tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, it was endearing.

9) A while back, Lucky and I sat on the pathway. We were talking about life and love and whatever. I think I was venting about having my heart broken (possibly flower guy in #1?) and Lucky picked a red rose from the bush and gave it to me. He said he thought I was beautiful and that other guys were stupid. He offered to break the other guys’ knee caps. I never told Lucky… but I kept this flower and it’s shrivelled up and kind of nasty now. I still feel beautiful whenever I see it.

10) Fairweather has given me the most flowers because he knows how much I like them. I got a dozen long stem red roses for grad. He left them on my door step. Another time he gave Mocha and I a dozen roses for Valentines. I imagine those were crazy expensive at that time of year.

He gave me beautiful purple lilies (not the kind I’m allergic to) as a housewarming gift when I moved into Crazy Norma’s (actual name). I harvested the flowers and made the petals into a pulp useful as an ink. I decorated an envelope for Fernando because I know that’s the kind of thing she’d like. I wonder if I ever gave it to her. Hmmm.

One time we got in a huge fight over something and he left flowers on my door step. I knew it had to be him, but I didn’t say anything and neither did he. I hated those flowers. I could have burned them or stomped on them because they made me mad and I felt re-hurt every time I saw them. I left them outside. Effen flowers.

11) Darius gave me flowers once. Or rather he paid for them. I picked up a bunch of groceries and saw the most gorgeous yellow roses with orange tips. Obviously I had to have them, they were stunning and smelled divine. I think these could possibly the most perfect roses I’ve ever seen. Anyway, when I got home, Darius said he’d pay for the grocery bill. Sweet! When he saw the cost of the roses, he had a fit. I wish I would have timed it, but I think he went off for approximately eighteen minutes about the whole thing. I insisted I’d pay for them, but with pride he declined. Over the next week we had a number of guests come over and they each adored the flowers and when Darius said he bought them, the guests melted and thought he was the greatest. He soaked it up as though buying me flowers was his idea and he was happy to do it. Unbelievable.

12) My prom date’s mom got a corsage for him to give me. It was white. I accidentally crushed it in the door.

13) Attitude’s fiancé and her picked out a half dozen multicoloured flowers for me for my Calgary send off party. One of the heads came off and he taped it back on. I think it was yellow.

Out of all these flowers I think my favourite ones came from Lucky and Darius. I hope I get flowers at work one day, that’s always been a dream of mine.