Of Flowers and Flaubert
They say a picture is worth a thousand words and since I can’t even think about composing a thousand words after last night’s date (let alone a thousand witty, humorous, reasonably typo-free words, especially seeing as I’m meeting He-who-is-not-taller-than-me-in-heels for lunch in just a few hours) I’m going to let the following photograph speak for itself.
And so, I present the result not of my visit to the Philadelphia Flower Show but rather of my night at Fork with a certain Bovary-loving bachelor:
11 Responses to “Of Flowers and Flaubert”
These are my favorite flowers, color and all. Lucky girl. Have a good lunch.
Nice. Sounds like it went well. And I especially love the choice of webpage on the lappy. That gal writes a fun-t0-read blog!
Sounds interesting, but still waiting for the Flower Show Wine Tasting report 😉
I love the flowers, one guy I dated would get me roses but I like those flowers better, and especially when they pick out the flowers themselves. It looks like you had a good time!
Deligthful bouquet, but we want to know more!
Yes! I agree with The Prof. Please tell us more.
I approve of this The Fork date. Clearly he knows how to add a little romance.
Flowers are a girl’s best friend 🙂
How sad. Did you really graduate from Oxford University to find yourself posing as some type of erudite dating guru of sorts? A friend told me about your blog. Since I am single, I thought I would check it out. The only thing I find here are these pseudo-intellectual ramblings about what post-graduate programs suit you best, a plethora of bland dating reviews and critiques of men’s shortcomings. And oh, some type of self-inflated biography of your little stint in literature.
I have an idea:
I was thinking about setting you up with a male friend of mine for a dinner (you would pay for it, of course) and ask him to review your date sequence by sequence on a public blog or perhaps on AOL’s site (only fair)? Only there would be one exception, my dear, he would write something clever and insightful – leaving your pale dim-witted nimrodic babblings – in the dust.
My condolences on an education wasted in the blogosphere.
In answer to your question, no, I didn’t graduate from Oxford. I was only there on scholarship for a year. Thank you for stopping by and offering your thoughts.
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