Well, well, well. You see, the first flowers my first love ever gave me were orchids. I was pissed—”I have to keep it alive?! You gave me a love fern*?!” I jokingly (not) teased him. But seriously, why couldn’t he bring me dead (“cut”) flowers like the rest of the male flower-giving population? Ah, he…
glitz, glam, and the gym
