Valentines
was coming up so I thought that would be a great time for my planned
grand gesture. It normally would have been but I may need to remind
you of my lack of research in to her relationshipal status. I decided
some roses would be nice and I knew that a dozen was customary and
that was my intended intention until I saw what twelve would set me
back. When I saw the price I thought that three was probably a grand
enough gesture, I mean, for a guy on a budget. If I know one thing it
is that girls love a guy who shows a little fiduciary discipline. I
was too young to drive to the local flower shop and make my delivery
so I had to ask my mom and she was not excited about me giving out
roses but she went along. She was actually relived when she saw I was
buying three because she mistakenly thought I was buying them for
three different girls. I picked them up and had my mom drive me over
to the girl's house and she was a little upset when I was giving all
three to this girl. I was super nervous but I screwed up my bravery
to the sticking point and willed myself up to the door holding the
roses very low and a little behind my back. I was hoping she would
answer the door and save a step but it was her dad and I had to ask
for her. He invited me to come in and stand in the entryway where,
and this is absolutely the truth, the TV was playing a Bon Jovi music
video 'Bed of Roses' to be specific. The girl came upstairs looking a
little confused but she brightened when she saw me I gave her the
three sad looking roses and she was looking a lot uncomfortable. She
said thanks and gave me a perfunctory hug and said she would see me
at school. I was a little off put by the brush off but it turned out
she was trying to save me as I found out latter that night when she
called me. I was initially excited that she was calling me and I
thought maybe she was interested in hooking up something sometime.
Welp, not so fast there constant reader. She was calling to say that
she wanted me to knock of the wooing because her boyfriend, who was
actually a penumbric friend of mine, was getting upset about it. He
had actually been over at her house the night I brought over the
roses and was not amused, even suggesting that he should kick my
stupid butt. Hmmm, that sounds like a soft no, bordering on firm. I
told her I was sorry and then hung up in mortal fear of getting a
beating from a boyfriend who naturally felt his territory was being
challenged. I laid low at school for a week or so and stopped
'accidentally' running into this girl in between classes. We stayed
friendly but never closer until she graduate the next year and ended
my shame reminder ordeals in the hall.
