The other day I was looking for something to remedy an earlier remedy that didn't completely remedy – which of course led me to Oklahoma City. If you're interacting with women, you're going to need one of two things readily accessible: a florist or a candy-man. (a literal candy-man, like a man who sells you candy, not the guy who always tries to sell you meth.) The first time I knew things were going wrong with this girl (Joy) was when she got a boyfriend. I was sure that things were good. But then I ran into her bf at the florist I thought I had some hope. My flowers were for a funeral, and I was hoping his may have been pretty much for the same thing, though less permanent.
Joy and I actually met at a florist (not actually), I was playing the piano (actually) and it became pretty clear that she was pretty in love with me. (Piano can have that effect). Problem was I didn't quite get the kind of time frame we were working with. I thought I had a decade, she was thinking however long it took to drive to a jewelry store and a florist. So when I ran into the boy friend the last time at the florist, it wasn't in hopes to resurrect a relationship on the fritz, it was to propose which is why I now say,
Whoever's first to the florist shop wins. (not actually)
Yea...I'm gonna need a vase...
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