I have a first date tomorrow, and I’m sitting here trying to decide whether bringing flowers would be sweet or a little much. Apparently, agreeing to the date was the easy part. Now I’ve reached the floral portion of the application.
I like the idea of showing up with a small gesture that says I’m glad we’re doing this. Flowers seem capable of communicating that without requiring me to deliver a prepared statement. But it’s a first date. We’re still finding out whether we can comfortably finish a conversation together.
Then there’s the practical side. If I bring a bouquet, someone has to hold it. Depending on what we do, the flowers could become a third member of the date, with surprisingly specific needs. They can’t be left just anywhere. They would prefer water. They did not bring a wallet.
A small bunch feels less dramatic, although I realize I’m now trying to determine the exact number of stems that conveys interest without announcing a major development. This is probably more responsibility than a daisy expected.
I haven’t decided. There’s something appealing about making a little effort, and something equally appealing about arriving with my hands free and saying hello.
So that’s where I am the night before: looking forward to the date, still undecided about the flowers. Would you be happy to get them on a first date, or would you spend the evening wondering where to put them?
