The Time of the Flower Giving

So the BF showed up a couple of nights ago with flowers. For. Me. I've been sick with a stupid cold for about a week, and he's been very sweet, humouring me when I say things like "I could be dead by Thursday." (Mother would have called me Sarah Bernhardt at least once this week, what with all my emotionally charged wimpering. She had the gall to uninvite me to my nephew's 3rd birthday this past weekend. I got "You'll get everyone sick," instead of "Yes, honey, come home and I'll take care of you." Seriously, once your parents become grandparents, it's all over. But I digress.)

It occurred to me around the time-of-the-flower-giving that I was in a relationship. With an emotionally evolved non-psychopathic adult male. Go figure. I mean, this is a first for me. That I have been given flowers by someone I've been dating. Not that I told him this, but it's true. First. Time. Ever. For about 45 seconds, I didn't even know what to do. I'm not mildly retarded or anything, just momentarily stunned. My brain kept repeating, "You just gave me flowers," like it was the strangest thing to ever happen.

Which is funny. Because it's not that strange. It's sweet. It is, for lack of a more effusive term, nice. It's like, something that happens. And I really like flowers. (They are spring-like and happy and I don't have the same guilty conscience about them the way I do about houseplants, which I kill with bizarre regularity.) I even buy them for myself. So yes. Flowers are all good. I made the mistake of mentioning the flower thing once to He Who Shall Not Be Named. (It's true. Voldemort and I dated in university.) I remember our conversation something like this:

HWSNBN: "You don't like flowers."
Me: "Yes I do. Just who are you confusing me with?"
HWSNBN: long pause "Uh, am I in trouble now?"
Me: "Yeah."

Of course, I am the only female on the planet (presumably) who doesn't know how to give a man grief over something. Especially stupid shit like that. (I'm not really a girl. I just play one on TV.) So there wasn't any trouble. Granted, smarter persons would have waited a few weeks and then surprised me. But no. No flowers.

Until now. Good. Lord. In. Heaven.

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