That bear story reminded me of roses I got once. My husband bought them on the first Valentine's Day we knew each other. I love flowers - I want to pet them and embrace them and carry them around the room in a vase like the flowers themselves are my one true love - but a dozen roses on Valentine's Day? That's a minimum of $50. That's crazy talk. Good god, buy me roses in a few days when they are a hair wilted and discounted, and we can pretend Valentine's Day is actually February 16th. Or don't buy them at all and pick me some dandelions. Anyway. He didn't know me then, and it turns out his sister told him he had to buy them for me. Ha. He does know me now, and I have not gotten roses on Valentine's Day since. I loved the hell out of those roses and got every penny worth though ;)
I hate lingerie too. Torture devises. That keep going, kid, you're doin' fine bit is exactly what the crows meant I think. Honestly, I'd really like to do that fancy dinner and dessert and candles thing (without the lingerie but probably in my underwear)...by myself. Gosh that sounds romantic, doesn't it? Nobody does it all just right like yourself.
Hand-picked flowers are the best. Especially if he sneaks into someone's garden after dark and picks the prize-winning dahlia and then the lights turn on and some old lady bursts out of the house and chases him down the street with a broom and a shihtzu.
I have made myself a few lovely romantic meals and it was indeed quite nice. To be fair, I shared the meals with Pilot, so I was in good company, not really alone, but sans humans. Probably also in underwear or some form of comfy pants and not any scratchy sheer flimsy piece of cloth that makes me feel like I'm pretending to be something I'm not.
I can see that shih tzu snarling with its millimeter long teeth and pink bows bouncing in its hair, and the old lady with her denture missing and her pink rollers. They are a fearsome pair:)
Pilot is a charming date I'm sure. Big Dog is too. He is sleeping at my side while I write this.
Dogs do make excellent dates, and always compliment the cooking, even if you don't share it with them.
Hi Big Dog!
He sends you a snort. I assure you that is a very polite pleasantry.
Oh!!! I am quite flattered! A dog snort is high praise.