I've cracked the code for securing a second date

The first time flowers got me a date was a completely accidental occurrence. I was walking down the street on a Friday night, looking unnecessarily glamorous for someone on their way to a sweaty club, when a man sitting at a wine bar handed me a rose.

- ESME GORDON CRAIG

The gift came with little explanation besides “I want you to have it”, so I gratefully accepted and went on my way. I remained attached to the rose for the rest of the night, it accompanied me to the dance floor, to the girls’ loo, and then to the bar. Though the man behind the bar failed to notice me, another man did. He asked why I was holding a flower in a nightclub, and I told him all about the kind man with the roses. This intrigued my new acquaintance to the point where, after a few more drinks, he became slightly more than just an acquaintance.

Where romance is concerned, I gained very little from the man at the bar, but the memory of his fascination with my rose stuck, and it’s become a routine dating tactic ever since.