Yeah, it was Hot Guy.
He was picking his GF up at the airport today. I told him he's gotta be there w/flowers. Hasn't seen her in a month. He didn't really get it, and then suddenly wanted to be the guy waiting there with the flowers and got all panicky about not having time to get them due to project deadlines. So I picked up a small bouquet of roses in various shades of lavender. It was simple and pretty and sweet-smelling.
I told him that it's terribly endearing to arrive after a five hour flight to a guy with fresh flowers in hand, and also, there's the audience factor of "awww, that's my man right there with the flowers for me. That's right. You're all jealous."
So about an hour after her left to get her, I get a text from him: "You were so right about being the guy with the flowers waiting at the gate. Chicks keep smiling at me!"
So, you know, it's not like I'm not romantic.
But I wonder if he bothered to ask the GF's dad for permission before he started boning her, you know? I mean, srsly.
But I wonder if he bothered to ask the GF's dad for permission before he started boning her, you know? I mean, srsly.
That's what *I* always want to ask!
"Sure, but did you call him an ask permission the first time you "did it"? Because really, that's pretty much what your lovely tradition is about. "Do I have permision to deflower your daughter?"
Oh oh, and the whole flower thing reminded me about my nephew at South Station when he was super wee, but walking and talking.
We were waiting for my mom and dad to take the train home together after a long adventure at the Children's Museum, and I asked him if he'd like to buy some pretty flowers for his Grammie.
He tried to buy an entire bucket of yellow roses, but I talked him down to a bunch.
While we were standing waiting for her, people kept walking by and pointing and smiling at the cute little boy waiting at the station with flowers. He got a few "awwwww!"s.
And of course Grammie was thrilled.
I'm sorry, Sue. Oof. That's saddening.
::gives Megan a hug just 'cuz::
But I wonder if he bothered to ask the GF's dad for permission before he started boning her, you know? I mean, srsly.
I guess arranging a threesome would involve some sort of conference call.
Well, hopefully such circumstances would involve asking two different sets of parents.
Green cleaning is kind of neat. I just got my silver (well, silver-plate) havdalah set all nice and shiny without any of the smell or skin-burning that I remember from polishing silverware as a kid.
Why don't WASPS like group sex?
All the thank you notes.
