I’ve been channel surfing and have seen a bunch of commercials telling women that guys just love getting flowers.
In one commercial, some woman is whining that her previous birthday present for her brother was lame and expensive. Cut to: some guy opening a door to see a kid in a parrot suit tap-dancing badly singing “It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, cluck cluck cluckitty cluckitty cluck”. The brother is agahst: his sister has brought shame to the family. She must be killed (not really, but he looks pissed). The clueless woman realizing what a wretched, selfish fool she’s been decides that this time she’ll send him something he’ll really appreciate: a bouquet of flowers. The brother, getting the bouquet, is so delighted that he calls off Benny the Nose who he has hired to kneecap her, should she again shame him and the family. (again, not really, but the commercial would have been better my way)
Me, I’d rather have the tap-dancing parrot-man. At least I’d get a funny story out of it.
While I’d appreciate the thought behind a gift of flowers and I’d never denigrate someone for sending me a gift, however little I liked it, if asked in advance, flowers would be near the bottom of my list of desired gifts, somewhere above getting a holistic-astrology-reading-and-aromatherapy-session, somewhere below having her give me 2 dozen pairs of socks.
I’m curious if any Doper guys out there would choose a $50.00-$75.00 bouquet (the ones they’ve been advertising) as one of their first choices for a gift, if asked in advance.
Fenris