When I was 17, I had a first date with a friend of a friend on Valentine's Day. We arranged to meet outside the cinema. So there I am, stood outside and date arrives looking very pleased with himself - obviously hiding something behind his back.
He then presented me with what he called 'Personalised Flowers' - known more commonly as floral tributes! 🙄 Yes, he presented me a giant M (my initial) made out of roses. Funeral flowers. He marvelled at what a good idea these personalised flowers for Valentines were. 😐
And because I was an awkward teenager, I couldn't even immediately run away - so I had to carry this giant M into the cinema and place it at my feet during the film. Picturing what your funeral would look like is not a very sexy thing.
But I did learn an important lesson - just because somebody is tall and handsome, doesn't mean they're not a massive weirdo!