White Lillies, a teddy and a handwritten note left on the pillow. It couldn't have been more perfect if he wanted. It was my friend and her boyfriend's one month anniversary, and I stood watching him fussing over the positioning of the flowers he'd bought to surprise her. I was there to help though only really managed to stand staring at him with a pathetic 'awwwwwww.' He didn't seem impressed. I then heard myself telling him 'you've restored my faith in men!' The response was an awkward silence, and immediate regret on my part for blurting out something so embarrassing. But it was true. My naivety was long gone, along with the idea that men like Richard Gere did exist and would appear at your door with a rose between their teeth. I'd told myself I was delusional. But here was a guy so smitten, that he'd actually put some serious thought into what type of flowers she liked, and where they would look best in her room. It really was like something from a Hollywood blockbuster. But better.
It made me realise how cynical I actually am. If they replied to a text or bought you a drink, I thought this was promising. Flowers were old school. It was the old age where men picked up their date in a tuxedo for dinner at eight. (Or maybe I've seen too many romantic comedies...) These days, it seems taking the bus to the Pizza Hut buffet is as good as it gets. Don't be mistaken, it's not about the money. It's about the thought. The fact that he actually cared enough to think about where she wanted to go or what she wanted to do. It was refreshing, and quite frankly made my day, let alone his girlfriend's.
Relationships sometimes seem unmanageable in the 21st Century. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a correlation between the date the Xbox was invented and when men started to care less. But it's moments like these, albeit rare, that our hope is renewed and our expectations rise again.
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