Mara
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I don't think I posted this here but it's the funniest story and totally encapsulates how men think differently from women IMO. The whole E for effort and F for presentation thing...
When we were first dating, my sweet Greg went out in the afternoon from work to a florist nearby and spent an hour walking around hand-picking flowers he thought/knew I would like for Valentine's Day.
When I came over for dinner, this big beautiful bouquet of mismatched flowers was sitting on his counter in a tupperware plastic iced'tea container.
He shows it to me, all proud and I just look askance at it...actually I'm looking askance INSIDE and ooh and ahhing over the flowers on the outside. Then I said oh where's the vase? What vase? Ummm are we just going to leave the flowers in the tupperware container? At this point he started to realize that he was getting a big F on presentation and got irritated with me for not being appreciative enough about the flowers. Hahaha...it was a bone of contention for a few years with us, he didn't want to buy me flowers anymore etc etc...because I was 'too picky'...
So finally in the last 2 years he's come out of it and gets me flowers more regularly now and finally we had a discussion about it the other day, which came about fairly random, I don't even know how we got to talking about it. Bu I said okay look at it from my perspective. You do all this great stuff with the flowers and then you don't get a vase to finish it off? Did they ask you if you wanted one? He said yes but said he said no. I said well did you have one at home? No. Well why didn't you just stop at WALGREENS on the way home and get one, yanno if it was too expensive at the florist? Buck 99! Presentation baby!!!
Well after the discussion, it appeared he actually got it!! I was shocked. But seriously, in his mind he's thinking wow I did this fabulous thing choosing the flowers for her...she'll be so impressed. And I WAS. But that tupperware container? ACK!
Anyway I saw the story about the gifts in the wallpaper and I had to laugh, because it reminded me of this flower story. Men! Gotta love 'em.
When we were first dating, my sweet Greg went out in the afternoon from work to a florist nearby and spent an hour walking around hand-picking flowers he thought/knew I would like for Valentine's Day.
When I came over for dinner, this big beautiful bouquet of mismatched flowers was sitting on his counter in a tupperware plastic iced'tea container.
He shows it to me, all proud and I just look askance at it...actually I'm looking askance INSIDE and ooh and ahhing over the flowers on the outside. Then I said oh where's the vase? What vase? Ummm are we just going to leave the flowers in the tupperware container? At this point he started to realize that he was getting a big F on presentation and got irritated with me for not being appreciative enough about the flowers. Hahaha...it was a bone of contention for a few years with us, he didn't want to buy me flowers anymore etc etc...because I was 'too picky'...
So finally in the last 2 years he's come out of it and gets me flowers more regularly now and finally we had a discussion about it the other day, which came about fairly random, I don't even know how we got to talking about it. Bu I said okay look at it from my perspective. You do all this great stuff with the flowers and then you don't get a vase to finish it off? Did they ask you if you wanted one? He said yes but said he said no. I said well did you have one at home? No. Well why didn't you just stop at WALGREENS on the way home and get one, yanno if it was too expensive at the florist? Buck 99! Presentation baby!!!
Well after the discussion, it appeared he actually got it!! I was shocked. But seriously, in his mind he's thinking wow I did this fabulous thing choosing the flowers for her...she'll be so impressed. And I WAS. But that tupperware container? ACK!
Anyway I saw the story about the gifts in the wallpaper and I had to laugh, because it reminded me of this flower story. Men! Gotta love 'em.