So listen to this and tell me what you think. Daniel like never buys me flowers. He claims that I told him I hate flowers. Now, it’s true that one time I said I can’t bear the fact that someone buys me flowers and then I have to deal with the whole thing and it becomes a task: I need to cut the stems, find a vase and then, once they are dead, take them out of smelly, dirty water and wash the vase. Plus, there are only a few types of flowers I like – for example I hate carnations.
Anyway, I digress. I probably have – since then, when we first got married nearly 7 years ago – complained that he never gets me flowers. But that hasn’t affected his non-flower-buying behavior. Until yesterday that is. All of a sudden, there’s a knock at the door and this gorgeous bunch of large white calla lilies from Sammy’s Flowers arrives. Now, Sammy’s Flowers is not just any flower store; it’s probably the best one in the whole of Portland.
And it gets better. The flowers arrived a gorgeous, simple, glass vase – just my style – so I didn’t have to do anything with them! Now the test is whether or not Daniel will clear them away once they have died.
But, back to my original issue; I’m still wondering if Daniel is guilty of something. I mean, why else do men buy flowers? Or, more to the point, why else would my husband, all of a sudden, after nearly 7 years of marriage, buy me some flowers when he knows I have all these issues with them? All I can think of is that perhaps we are approaching the 7-year itch and now I’m paranoid he is hiding something (although you should know I totally trust him). Watch this space.