Mr. Effort, where art thou?

It's an undeniable fact that indeed, girls like receiving flowers. Oh sure, they say it's the cheesiest thing but really, no matter how much they say they don't want to bother with it, no girl will not blush when surprised. It's one of the most used defense mechanisms a girl would use - to deny that they are not expecting for something special, something different from some guy we can call Mr. Effort.

We envy those lucky enough who were serenaded. We envy those walking the corridors bearing huge bouquets. We envy those surprised with a BANG! and secretly hope we would be surprised too. But we start to learn how to pretend we don't mind. We learn not to expect and thus, not be disappointed. We start not to care.

Of course no one wants to be alone on a day like the dreaded V-Day. No one would admit it though. And the searing disappointment at the end of the day would be haunting. Yes, material things are not proof that we are loved. The thing is, we are still girls. We are still hopeless romantics. We still want to be wooed and play hard to get. We still want all the fireworks and the kneeling down on the ground thing, the smile you give us when you make a goal or shoot a three pointer. We still want to be given the "look" that would make our knees go jelly-like. We are still the cheesy, gooey, mushy race. We're still girls.

So when a girl seems uncaring for the sweet things, think twice. It might be one big flashing neon sign telling you that, "Yes, I would love to receive one big bouquet of roses from you."

Oh, me? I don't particularly care. *wink*