Interpretation: His feelings towards you are ambiguous, but probably in your favor.
One of the women who lives where I work received a dozen double delights from her husband's college; he'd taught there for many years, apparently impressed a lot of people, to such an extent that she still gets roses from them on various occasions. As with many of the folks here, she likes to show off the flowers they receive, so I end up tending a lot of vases in the front lobby.
I generally like that sort of work; cutting stems, arranging flowers and the crap that gets sent with them so they're only moderately haphazard. I usually snap off a couple of petals when I'm asked to do this, and I will run my thumb along the basin of the petal. It's silly and comforting, a secret stress-relief. Nowadays, it just makes me sneeze a lot, but I do it anyway.
Eventually the roses start to wilt and look sad, and before they get too pathetic I'll throw them away. But I get to have my way with them before they go, and in this case I played he-loves-you-he-loves-you-not with fifty dollars of someone else's floral arrangement.
Is this why tuition is so high?
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Truth be told, I love sunflowers, but I've never felt inclined to fondle one before... perhaps I'm missing out on something here.
Might I also just throw in - whoa. Fifty bucks for flowers. Really, all you'd have to do to get me to jump in the sack is to buy me a cup of coffee.
. . . wait a minute.
(Point out how much coffee I drink, for free, at Jake's and I will give you such a fist shaking.)
I'll just scribble that one down for future reference, then. I'm not sure what occasion would call for that information. I don't know, maybe you'll visit and one of various gay friends will want to know in what fashion they can best take advantage of you.
I'll never know until I do.
*blink blink*
Seth, IN MY BED!
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