surprise!

when i see a lavender bachmans van i think (read: hope) that someone is surprising me with flowers.

i love flowers. i love giving flowers. so pretty.

i asked the bf if he likes surprises last night. a seemingly simple question that only requires a simple answer.

but we forget we are talking to the bf.

he rattled on and on about how he likes surprises, but he doesn't enjoying being surprised with, say, a person in his house when he is not expecting anyone. he likes surprises when they are like, "surprise! i'm naked! let's do it!" who likes bad surprises? why would i ask anyone if they would enjoy being surprised by, i don't know, a karate chop to the balls? i wouldn't wonder about that.

the nice thing about the bf is that no question is a stupid question [other than: do you care about me? he seems to hate that one: "soph, there is no other answer than yes."] and he seriously responds to all my ridiculous musings.

you ask a person if they like surprises, and sometimes you'll hear "yes! i love surprises!" or "no, i don't really like surprises." but the bf? he wants to first define the difference between a good surprise and a bad surprise before he responds. complicated? yes. surprised? not at all.

hey! i like surprises.