Imagine with me for a moment. Picture this scene – you’re home from a long day of something. The man of your dreams (he being me) has gotten you some flowers. No occasion. You’re not mad at him or anything. It’s perfect – exactly the most beautiful selection he could have made. It’s so perfect you’re already taking off your pants.
What I’m really asking is, if you were going to give yourself flowers, what flowers would you give yourself?
Plastic. Or none at all. Not for allergies – this one just hates the smell of flowers, every single one ever sniffed, and worries about the dogs eating shed petals later, plus it’s annoying to spend so much on something that dies pretty quickly.
The key here is to go into stealth mode and find out the answer that the object of your affection would give. It’s no use giving a white daisies girl tiger lilies. (Or, well, some use. Just not as much.)
But implementing them one at a time and documenting the results should shed light on her tastes pretty quickly!