He was a friend of my brother’s. My brother wasn’t really crazy about me dating his friends when we were young, but honestly growing up, I felt the same way about him dating my friends.
He picked me up and we went back to his house. He said he had forgotten something. I sat in his vehicle as he ran into his house.
He came out with a cold rose still wrapped in plastic.
I laughed and asked him if he made a habit of re-gifting roses; I was almost joking.
His face lost color and his eyes got big.
“How did you know?”
The almost frozen rose was a dead give-away.
I laughed and we drove off.
The following day I got a knock on my door. A florist delivered a dozen (fresh) roses.
The note included an apology about the re-gifted rose.
I never dated him again and honestly it really wasn’t about the cold, re-gifted rose. He was a good guy, a little frugal, but a good guy.
I’m not really sure, but I’m guessing I was the last that received a re-gifted rose.
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