You’ve got to stop.
Hockey Boy:
?
Me:
This is the third bouquet you’ve sent this week. Irsia is starting to get suspicious.
Hockey Boy:
Didyou like them?
Me:
I love them. Thank you.
Hockey Boy:
You’re welcome
we any closer to finding a favorite?
Me:
Tulips are still topping the chart.
Hockey Boy:
It’s too soon to make that decision
You need a larger sample size
Me:
What does that mean?? I don’t need more flowers.
I appreciate how sweet you’re being, but I don’t need them.
Hockey Boy:
Has anyone told you men don’t like being called sweet?
Me:
Don’t change the subject. Please promise me. No moreflowers.
Hockey Boy:
I never make promises I can’t keep
Gotta get to practice! Bye!
Me:
Cal, don’t.
Hockey Boy?