Nice save
Consider this a companion post to my last letter to the boyfriends of America. It just goes to show that you don’t necessarily need great planning to stay out of the doghouse on V-day. You just need to be super creative, as this article points out:
The store was out of real flowers, so Roberts did what every baseball-watching, apple pie-eating American male would do: he improvised.
Later, as he handed plastic flowers to his girlfriend, a look of pure mortification came over her face.
Undaunted, Roberts made an amazing recovery to redeem the last-minute gift and with a few words, turned plastic posies into a declaration of love, saying that while real roses die, these, like their love, would last forever.
I’m not sure if I should be applauding this behavior, but you need to give credit where credit is due, I suppose. He probably just got kudos for making up such a beautiful lie. Well, not so much a lie as a butt-saving measure.
Posted on February 9th, 2007 by Joy
Filed under: Couples, Relationships, Romance
I actually prefer fake flowers, because they don’t die, don’t make a mess, and they don’t make people sneeze.
Why does it matter anyway? Real vs. fake?
It’s not real vs. fake. It’s remembering vs. forgetting.
Oh. That would explain the lack of girlfriend.
I can’t wait to some day visit your strange country and out-drink or out-snooker one of these ‘baseball-watching, apple pie-eating American male’, what stereotypes are there for American women?
Australian media doesn’t do much for your country’s perceived intelligence. Do you know where meat, milk and bread come from?
Stereotypes for American women? We’re evil, heartless bitches who make fun of American men. I suppose. Meat, milk, and bread? Is this a trick question? You mean… like cows (or other edible animals), cows, and wheat?