My experiences with roses have been limited and fraught with considerable danger. The first time I ever purposed to give roses to a young lady I was a lad of thirteen years of age. I had thought that yellow roses would be an appropriate gift for a girl my age who I deeply cared for, but her parents were not particularly thrilled that she had drawn that sort of attention from a young man they looked down on. About the only time I have ever managed to successfully give a flower to a young lady was as a senior in high school when I had some flowers for my prom date, a friend of mine. Other than that, there have been few causes for flowers in my life, at least up to this point, which is definitely something that I would like to change at the right time.
In 1995, my favorite song of the year  was Seal’s “Kiss From A Rose,” which was an excellent song from a great soundtrack to a not-particularly good movie. It was a year I could have used a kiss from a rose, but it didn’t happen. Like Seal, though, I haven’t had a lot of luck with girls being the light on the dark side of me. The song remains an excellent one, though, even almost twenty years later (I really hate reminding myself how old I am, but sometimes it does tend to happen). When thinking about matters, in some ways it does not feel as if I am much further along than I was as a romantically-inclined young man writing poetry about girls who weren’t necessarily thrilled to be written about. Some things never change.
The reason I bring this up today, of course, is because I happen to have read an online request from some young women who I don’t happen to know very well for the most part for an outing of young adults at a sooncoming church event. I thought the idea of a dessert outing was a good idea, although I was a bit more concerned when several of the young ladies wanted guys to bring roses to give to the young woman of their choice. I have always considered that to be a romantic gesture, and certainly a gentlemanly one, but my first thoughts about it were somewhat ambivalent. I am a romantic guy, but the whole idea of giving roses to young women, particularly young women one doesn’t know very well, is definitely a very dubious and provocative sort of act.
Now, it seemed a bit puzzling for me to see young women looking for young men to get them flowers. I saw it as a romantic gesture, and given the amount of personal drama in my life, I would not wish to add to it by giving a flower to a near-stranger and provoke either a sense of disgust or adding more complexity to my personal life. Of course, there would be young women I would be very tempted to give flowers to if I had the opportunity, but almost certainly there would be some very serious repercussions to that, and I would not wish to put either myself or them in such a situation or to add to my existing difficulties. I suppose I am a bit of a pessimist to think of such matters, though.
Nevertheless, it does bring up at least one intriguing aspect of courting. It appears that a great many of the young women in question are very romantic, they long to be treated like princesses, and are trying to implicitly send the strongest possible message of their own interest in romance. Of course, a young man has to choose whether and who to ask, in an old-fashioned scenario like this one. By and large, the young women are waiting for men to behave in a princely and gentlemanly fashion. In such an occasion like this, one has to weigh and balance one’s concerns, one’s longings for romance and those of other people, and the sort of complications one wants to allow in one’s life. I suppose that is the price of living an interesting life.
 I have discussed my favorite songs for a few other years as well: