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?