The Florist
I always found it funny that girls can’t give boys flowers. People found it funny, that I didn’s see why things were that way. Sure, as a gentleman, I understand the concept of gifts, I like giving them, I like the smiles I see. Still… why would it ever be wrong for a girl to give me flowers? I have no doubt some bitter folks would snicker behind my back, making claims about my manhood and social status. The fact remains that the status quo has not changed, I’m still the same old young man working in the shop. Why is it then, that girls can’t give boys flowers? Because I know a lady who gave me flowers, her name was Cecilia, she had a long hair as dark as the night, her lips were scarlet red, her eyes spoke a different language, they told me it was all ok. Her eyes told me it was ok for men to receive flowers, it was ok to love and be loved.
Even for a guy, like me.
1 comment
Sempre pensei nisso,na verdade,penso muito nisso.
Como mulher,o que posso dizer é que dar flores a um homem causa receio,pq nunca sabemos como pode ser a reação e também não sabemos se ele vai cuidar bem delas ¬¬ uaauha
Adorei o que vc escreveu!!
De alguma forma me fez ter coragem de “give flowers”!!
É aquele eterno dilema: de um lado temos as que temem quebrar tabus e do outro os que ambicionam sua quebra.