Charming

Last night I went on a first date. It had been a rough day. Grandma in the ICU and grandpa at my house in excruciating pain. The nice young man asked me if I would need to reschedule and I told him no, I could use a little break and was looking forward to being charmed. 

I showed up 30 minutes late to dinner. Not that being late bothers me, but 30 minutes is a little much. He didn’t mind. It turned out that when I said I want to be charmed, he went and bought me flowers. But he said, “But not normal flowers because you can plant these, and then if I turn out to be a jerk you can smash them.”

So that's like perfect.