I Am Not a Roses and Diamonds Type of Girl
I don't dislike roses and diamonds. I love yellow roses, because when I see them I always think of my mother's garden when I was a child, which was full of roses, and my grandmother discussing how cheerful yellow roses are. But I think that's acceptable for this group, because I've attached my own meaning to them ;)
Just - pretty as roses are, and hey, I'm a magpie, I like sparkly things, and diamonds definitely sparkle - I don't see why I should want to be given them (or why my boyfriend should want to buy them for me).
I love fresh flowers. I like jewellery (though the only jewellery I really wear is the claddagh ring my mother gave me, which has, instead of a jewel, a small polished piece of Irish marble from close to where our family live). I prefer having dinner cooked for me, or the time he gave me 5000 books on a USB stick and I cried because I realised he loved me enough to find me five thousand books (and the prettiest memory stick I've ever seen!), or the time we decided to dress up as '40s movie stars because he was doing Movember and looked like a pilot, so we went out for dinner all dressed up and pretended we were in an old war film with a passionate romance at the start of it, so were impersonating the voices of old films all night.
I wouldn't love him any less if he gave me roses and rings, but I much prefer having something that will make me laugh and that will make me laugh again when I remember it. You don't measure love in flowers and stones, but in attention to detail. It's a shame attention to detail has become so commercialised, really.
And I highly recommend dressing up and being silly when you go out to dinner, because it's hilarious when everyone in the restaurant thinks you're terribly refined and civilised where actually you know you're two big kids playing dress-up and only the pair of you know it.
Next time we're going to try and keep up fake Scottish accents all night. I can't wait.
Just - pretty as roses are, and hey, I'm a magpie, I like sparkly things, and diamonds definitely sparkle - I don't see why I should want to be given them (or why my boyfriend should want to buy them for me).
I love fresh flowers. I like jewellery (though the only jewellery I really wear is the claddagh ring my mother gave me, which has, instead of a jewel, a small polished piece of Irish marble from close to where our family live). I prefer having dinner cooked for me, or the time he gave me 5000 books on a USB stick and I cried because I realised he loved me enough to find me five thousand books (and the prettiest memory stick I've ever seen!), or the time we decided to dress up as '40s movie stars because he was doing Movember and looked like a pilot, so we went out for dinner all dressed up and pretended we were in an old war film with a passionate romance at the start of it, so were impersonating the voices of old films all night.
I wouldn't love him any less if he gave me roses and rings, but I much prefer having something that will make me laugh and that will make me laugh again when I remember it. You don't measure love in flowers and stones, but in attention to detail. It's a shame attention to detail has become so commercialised, really.
And I highly recommend dressing up and being silly when you go out to dinner, because it's hilarious when everyone in the restaurant thinks you're terribly refined and civilised where actually you know you're two big kids playing dress-up and only the pair of you know it.
Next time we're going to try and keep up fake Scottish accents all night. I can't wait.
By:
fellspark
Age:
22-25
,
Female
