He Probably Would Have Walked to an Indianapolis Florist

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LOL, you’re probably wondering about the post title of this one! I never tire of telling this story, and most people that know my husband are kind of surprised when they hear it. I tell people that he probably would have walked to an Alaskan, New Mexico or Indianapolis florist, but the truth is he’s just a romantic at heart.

It all started nearly 20 years ago on New Year’s Eve. I was having some friends gather at my home to celebrate the entrance of the New Year, and my husband was one of the people there. I fell asleep long before the clock struck midnight, but as he tells it, that was the night he decided he was going to ask me on a date.

My husband is a man of few words, if any one who reads this knows him they’ll likely agree with me. He’s quiet and unassuming – actually the complete opposite of me, I like to talk. A. Lot. So rather than be tongue tied on the phone, he had a HUGE floral arrangement delivered to my home one Monday morning in January after that New Year’s evening, with a card asking me out on a date for the following Friday. Wouldn’t you know it, this girl had plans.

I decided any guy that was going to go to that effort and money just to ask a girl out was worth taking a chance on, so I phoned him up and asked for a rain check, which he gladly cashed in another night.

Suffice it to say his plan worked, because here we are more than 19 years later still together. Through the grieving and joy, sickness and health, home moves and various employment, and not once do I regret giving him that rain check.

I thought I took a picture of it way back in the 35mm days, and looked for it to scan it in, but I couldn’t find one, I really should keep looking. I’ve asked him over the years more than once, whatever possessed him to spend so much money on flowers on the chance that I ‘might’ say yes to his date – and he just grins and says “Best Money Ever Spent.” So I’m guessing his advice to any guys would be ‘send flowers, it works.’

This is a sponsored post for Andrew’s Florist, however, all the points and views are my own.

5 thoughts on “He Probably Would Have Walked to an Indianapolis Florist

  1. Awww what a great story. My hubby sent me flowers back in our younger days, I'd keep the dry petals in a large vase. Now he stops roadside to pick up wildflowers:) Congrats on 19+ years!!!

  2. What a sweet post! I dated a guy in high school who worked at a florist and he would bring me a different kind of flower every week to school. I am SUCH a sucker for flowers. I just love them!

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