My friend met a strange woman

A friend of mine had this thing he called his ‘master solution to all girl issues’. It was his one answer for all his women problems. No, to his women’s concern because he used it for everything.

In reality, it was a simple thing; he would do a bouquet of flowers, drop in a bottle of wine and a box of white special chocolates, and a hand-written note, with a tiny little poem, and a personal message.
He composed the poem himself, and having read a number of them, I must admit he had a way with words.

So, this package would then be sent to the girl in question. Then he would wait for her to acknowledge him. If she did not respond within a certain period of time, he would send her another package.

And he would keep them coming until she asked him to stop, or forgave him, or said yes. All the time, the message he received back was exactly what he wanted to hear.

If she had been mad at him, she would forgive him and give him another chance. If he was still chasing after her, she was not yet his, she would allow him to take her on a date. He used that package to get the girls, and to keep them.

Then he met this one girl that baffled him. He unsuccessfully tried to get her to go out with him on a date for about three weeks, which to him was a lot of time.

After several tactics, he gave up and decided to deploy his master solution. He was certain this one would work.

He prepared the package, worked his brain for a masterpiece in poetry and verse, added a message declaring how his life has boiled down to only one thing; ‘waiting for the day he will behold her beautiful countenance, this and nothing else’.

He picked out a nice expensive bottle of wine, of course the chocolates too. Then, he asked me to have a look and give my opinion. The setup was impressive.

Most girls would have been knocked over. By the sight of the setup, sheer thought and attention to detail he put in. But, unfortunately, this girl was not most girls.

According to the messenger who delivered it to her, she received the bouquet, questioned him exactly who had sent it, then looking extremely irritated, asked him to take it right back. Then she walked off right back into her meeting from where she had been called.

Did she read my written message, ‘yes, she read the message’. What was her reaction? ‘Nothing, she looked irritated’. The wine, the chocolates, did she see those? Yes, she saw everything, but she only touched the note.

My friend was thrown off. Never in his long career of seduction had he had his failure-proof package sent back to him. Some had taken his things and gone quiet, but he considered that a positive sign, because he just sent them another one.

The one who had held out longest had had to receive three of the bouquets before she gave in. Now this one had sent them back. He did not know what to do. Surprisingly, he asked me what I thought. I didn’t have an idea. I asked the messenger. Did you look at her fingers carefully? What kind of rings did she have on the fingers? He described one that sounded like an engagement ring.

So she was newly engaged... that explained a lot. My friend thought he still stood a chance, that perhaps he had caught her at a wrong time. So, he sent her another package, even more impressive than the first. This time, it was her fiancé who called him.

The fiancé explained to him, patiently, as if explaining to a child, that this was not a usual woman. That he was marrying her in the first place because she was different.

He event went on to add that if my friend wanted to have a chance, he would need to stop thinking like the usual man, because that is how one gets the unusual woman. I suspect that the woman was right besides him as he made that phone call.

I found the whole experience quite enlightening. For my friend, he learnt a lesson that day; not all women are the same.