My favorite part about walking down the street with flowers are the expressions of wistful loneliness on the faces of the women I pass. I figure they must have turned down a guy like me at some point, so fuck 'em.

Too cynical?

And is it weird that I always walk around carrying a bouquet of flowers? They're not FOR anyone, I just walk around with them so I can illicit the aforementioned expressions of pain. Delightful.