Say it with flowers
‘No flowers is better than dead flowers,
MEN rarely buy me flowers. In some instances, this has been my own fault—it turns out that, if you bellow ‘No thank you, we’re fine’ as the man toting roses approaches in an Italian restaurant, the future boyfriend sitting opposite you will never buy you flowers thereafter, because he thinks you hate them. A couple of people have bought me plants, apparently unaware that plants hate me. This is the best thing about a bunch of flowers —you don’t have to feel guilty when they wither and die. The exception to this is Fenella,
