But it made me think about a funny true story.
When Bill first asked me on an official date (we had long been friends), I said no thank you. He asked me again a short time later, and my answer was the same. Finally he told me that he was going to send me a bouquet of flowers every day until I agreed to go on a date with him.
Of course you are, I thought cynically, not believing a word.
Until the next day when a beautiful bouquet of flowers was delivered to my office. And then the next day, another arrived. They kept coming, day after day. Sometime around mid-morning I would get a phone call from the receptionist.
“Your flowers have arrived,” she would cheerfully tell me.
My office started looking and smelling like a funeral parlor. I had roses, tulips, spring bouquets, flowering plants; you name it, I had it. In those days I shared an office with my boss, and every day he would beg me, “Please, Kristine, tell him you will go out with him. We’re running out of room.”
Finally, a full two weeks later, I called him and told him I would go out on a date with him. And the rest is history….
Have a great weekend.