Date Night.

Man: ” I need some flowers, I’m going on a date.”
Me: “What do you think she’d like? Roses? Lilies?”
Man: “Hmmmm…”
**spends the next ten minutes faffing about choosing a hideous selection of flowers whilst simultaneously rejecting any input from me as to what would look nice**
Man: “What do you think?”
**We both consider the flowers he has picked, which look like something you would see tied to a lamppost at a crash scene**
Me: ” I reckon if you spend another thirty quid and let me choose the flowers, she’ll definitely sleep with you.”
Man: “Sweeeeeeeet!”
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