Flowers are useless. They don’t do anything.
Flowers are expensive. You can pay fifty bucks or more – perfectly good dollars that could be spent on something useful, like a dinner or a movie or some chocolates or some wine – for a bunch of flowers that will wilt and die in a few days.
Flowers are pointless. They don’t have any purpose. They just sit there looking pretty until they keel over in a wilted mess, and you pour the browned, icky water they were standing in down the drain.
Most guys don’t get it: why do women love flowers on Valentine’s Day?
I’ll tell you why: because you spent money that could have been spent on useful, important stuff on some flowers for the woman you love. And that tells her that you love her more than all of that “useful stuff”. She’s more important that any of it.
When you buy a woman flowers, you’re saying a lot of things.
You’re saying you love her more than the chocolates you could have bought.
Or the dinner.
Or the movie.
Or the wine.
And you’re not a money-grubbing cheapass that didn’t buy her anything, and couldn’t even be bothered springing her a few flowers.
You were willing to buy something beautiful for her that doesn’t last, simply because it’s beautiful and she might enjoy it.
You were willing to take a leap of faith for her. You’re not a money-loving guy. You love her more than your money. Enough to spring for a few lousy roses. You’re not cheap.
You were willing to buy something beautiful that she might appreciate, and think screw the money! because she meant more to you than those few dollars.
I spent my whole life making excuses for lousy guys who didn’t buy me flowers.
Oh, they had plenty of excuses: “I’d rather buy you some chocolates” or
“I’d rather take you to a movie” or
“I’d rather we went out to dinner” or
“I just don’t buy into that Valentine’s Day stuff – it’s too commercial for me. It’s just the shops making a fast buck.”
And I was weak. I’d nod my head, and agree, because I didn’t want to hurt their feelings, and come across as grasping and greedy and shallow – as someone who might be swayed by something as unimportant as a bunch of flowers.
Most women would do the same. They’ll say nothing, or they’ll make excuses for you. Because they love you and don’t want to hurt you.
But inside they’re disappointed, wondering if you really don’t think they’re worth even a few bucks for some flowers. They’re wondering why. Would you have bothered if they were prettier? Younger? Thinner? That’s what went on in my head, year after year, when I never got any flowers given to me on Valentine’s Day.
But you know what? The little things matter.
That guy who makes excuses for no flowers today will be making excuses for no attention tomorrow. He’ll be ignoring your needs in a whole stack of ways. If he can’t be bothered with flowers do you really think he’ll be that supportive when you really need him?
Give us the flowers we deserve!
Very few women will be forthright and admit that we love flowers. We’ll deny it with blank faces. You can tell the women whose partners are ignoring them, because they’re the women who are embarrassed to look at the flower displays when Valentine’s Day is near. They’re ashamed at how forgotten they are.
Being forgotten and ignored hurts.
Women will even agree with you when you say it’s a waste of money to spend your hard earned cash on something that will die so quickly.
But inside, the little girl in all of us wants flowers.
My father used to buy me daffodils when I was a little girl. No reason – he just did. And even now, as a grown woman, I still love daffodils, and love that bright colour yellow. When I moved into my house one of the first things I did was plant hundreds of daffodil bulbs. They make me smile every spring. They mean happiness to me.
Buy your girl flowers. Show her that she’s important enough to waste a few dollars that of course you could spend on something much more useful.
Show her that she’s more important to you than all the useful things in the world. That’s what love is about, after all.