Friday, November 19, 2010

First Gift Blog Hop: A Single Red Rose

Hello readers, this is my first ever blog fest/blog hop so I’m very excited to be participating in it. Here it goes:

A Single Red Rose

When my husband and I met, I knew he was interested in me. He kept looking at me from the corner of his eyes every single time I would pass him by. When he asked me out on a date, the only reason I agreed was because I wanted a great dinner I wouldn’t have to pay for. I thought he was cute, but I had been burned by bad boys before, and I would have been an idiot to look at another bad boy ever again (what can I say? Bad boys are my weakness). I told him to meet me outside the restaurant as I hated letting a man know where I live on the first date. When I arrived for the date, I saw him standing by the entrance of the restaurant and in his hand he held a single red rose. I had never received a gift on a first date before.

The date was not what I had expected. I had expected the typical bad boy who only cared about himself and would annoy me by the end of it (but it was my favorite restaurant making the free meal worth it). However, he opened all the doors for me, the conversation was enjoyable, and by the end of the night, I was starting to actually like him.

When he asked me out for a second date, I told him to pick me up at my home. When he arrived and I opened the door, I saw that he was empty handed. Not that I had expected another rose or anything. He led me to the car, and when he opened the passenger door for me, I noticed a single red rose laying on the seat.

After that, he had given me a flower on every single date that followed (with the exception of one when he was running late and didn’t have time to stop at the store, but he stopped at the store in the middle of the date and still got me a flower before he took me back home). Seven months into the relationship I told him to stop as I had run out of vases and was running low on drinking glasses as many of them were starting to substitute the vases. I was running out of available surfaces to put flowers on.

Now that we are married, I no longer get flowers on a daily basis, but I still get them about once a month. Even now as I’m writing this, my eyes drift to the vase full of yellow and red sunflowers that are decorating my kitchen countertop.


  1. How romantic! Sounds like you made the right choice sticking with that bad boy. :)

  2. That's a beautiful story! What a great guy. I'm glad you kept him.

  3. Oh, this makes me cry happy tears! What a man! What an absolutely thoughtful prince of a guy. Flowers, monthly?! I love him and I don't even know him. :-)

    Thanks so much for sharing your story and for joining the Blog Hop! xo

  4. This guy's a keeper too. Some of you gals better hang on tight.Romantic men are hard to find.

  5. Hello Donna, welcome to my blog and thanks for reading. Yes, I like bad boys and mine has a heart of gold.

    Hello Suzanna, thanks for reading. Yes, I’m glad too.

    Hello Liz, I’m very glad to have joined your blog hop and very enjoyed it. Can t wait to do more of them.

    Hello Bobbey, thanks for stumbling upon my blog and thanks for reading. Yes, romantic men are very hard to find.

  6. He sounds adorable, Lia! Very romantic and sweet. (the bad boy part is a bonus. :grin:)

    Your story made my day.

  7. Hi,

    Lovely romantic tale, and romantic guys certainly have the edge: don't they! Wouldn't be without mine. ;)


  8. What a lovely story! You made a wise choice sticking with that particular bad boy.
    I just love it when hubby gives me flowers. (Usually when he's in my bad books for something... ;))

  9. What a superhero. A flower a day keeps the sadness away. Love this!!! My mother used to get so irate because my little brother would pick one of her roses every morning and take them to his girlfriend. He and girlfriend are still married-12 years I think-and have been dating since 7th grade. Great share.

  10. oh your bad boy is tops Lia and if you want my opinion I think you liked him b4 he even asked you out. how did you know he was looking at you and just how many times did u strut in front of your bad boy?

  11. Do bad boys give flowers? The red rose, what a lovely symbol!


  12. NIce,

    A gentleman.... very rare in this century. Beautiful flowers.... I have never seen a red sunflower.


  13. Awwwwww! How lovely - and what a great story! I'm glad it has such a happy ending.

  14. What a lovely post, Lia, so heart felt. I love reading stories like that.

  15. I liked this story very much. Some say that flowers aren't a good gift because the flowers all die away but I think they are so special while we have them. Nice story. Thanks for sharing.