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Michael considered fate at 14:51   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

From Kristen Madpony, deep within her list of Ways To More Madpony Days, lies an interesting gem:

6. send someone you love flowers. or, better yet, buy yourself flowers. and if that makes you uncomfortable, send me flowers. i am completely comfortable with you sending me flowers.

This is interesting because I was in fact just discussing this topic with Kristen last night.

I'm doing a survey, see? Care to join in?

The Premise:
You are a female. There is a guy you barely know. You don't know his name but you perhaps have had a brief conversation with him. He frequents the same bar as you, or maybe he is in your particular line of study, or he works in the same office building as you. Bottom line - you recognize his face but you don't know him.

The Act:
The guy sends you flowers. Presumably he leaves a name and maybe number, but of course these tidbits of information mean little to you because you are probably unable to attach name with face and phone-number reverse lookup directories never work anyway. We will also say, for the sake of completeness, that he eventually runs into you and asks something along the lines of "Hey, did you get my flowers?"

The Question:
Are you creeped out by this act or are you already dressed for your first date?

This is currently a serious point of contention between a friend and I. He insists it is _not_ creepy. I, of course, suggest that it is. Well, now it's your chance to speak up. After three phone surveys, one heated discussion with a coworker, and one late night interview with Kristen... well, the data is inconclusive. We continue to hover around the 50% mark.

Time to weigh in. Rock the Vote!