Did You Send Yourself Flowers Last Valentine’s?

Why the question?
Is it pathetic to send flowers to yourself on a special occasion? You might have heard this advice from friends before and thought that you would never stoop down to spending money just so you can feel good, or pretend that you got flowers from someone.
However, this ‘trick’, if you want to call it that, is the oldest relationship mind game there is. It makes your partner wonder what you did to deserve those anonymously delivered flowers, who could have sent them and even why he didn’t think of sending them to you himself.
You have to act like you were absolutely flabbergasted by the surprise though, for the trick to work. This way, your partner won’t have cause to get mad at you because… you also have absolutely no clue as to who sent them and why!
This not-so-subtle ‘hint’ will remind him that he should pay more attention to your romantic needs and not take you for granted just because you’ve been together for so long and you probably will never leave him even if he never sent you flowers at all.
Of course, there is a possibility that he’s going to think that you sent them to yourself to make him jealous, but if you keep it up and bring out the heirloom vase to put the flowers in, there is always that nagging thought in his mind that someone might be admiring you from a distance … hence bring out protective and possessive feelings.
Did I ever send flowers to myself? No, but i sent myself a cake once with “you’re so sweet and special” written in chocolate icing. I ate the cake dreamily in front of him, smiling the whole time (mainly because I think chocolate is the best foodstuff in the world, but he doesn’t know that).
:)

We all know how warm we feel when we are given flowers; and how that feeling lasts for the rest of the day, even if we don’t mention it. Despite the risk of pollen allergies, we sniff the flowers and delight at how thoughtful, romantic and sensitive our partners are for giving these to us. Men should be made to feel these, too.



