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Sunday, March 04, 2007

single female looking for single cactus-like man, with or without the stubble



a regular guy walked through the doors of the flower shop. the regular guy had concerns about finding a low-maintenance plant for his apartment that needed little light and probably little love. i wondered if he chose his girlfriends the same way.

if owners are likened to be similar to their pets, i wondered if it rang true for people's choices in plants, or for that matter for anything purchased as an extension of a person's id. i for one, have killed living objects under my care, including cacti, but excluding mold. mold is like one of those nester-type daters. after one or two dates, it's ready to move in with its dirty laundry and streaked underwear. upon discovering mold, i simply throw it out.

looking at things and their owners, i realize that time and time again, certain generalized characteristics do seem to ring true:

-- porsche owners seem to be middle-aged men with a bald man's ponytail (before the bosley hair growth kit infiltrated the infomercial market);
-- cats seem to be aloof and the owners, well, catty;
-- dogs need to be nurtured and adored while the owners love the unconditional love and need to be needed.

but to go back to all things botanical, in my choice of plants, i tend to go for cacti or long stemmy plants like ginger plants. they are minimalist and have the appearance of being low maintenance. but like the men i dated, i realized that the plant/man (plant-man) needed love, attention, and the occasional watering. preferably vitamin water and fine wines. evidently all flowering plants need a lot of light and care. these are the metrosexuals of the plant world: a pleasure to look at and are sensitive to their environment. then you have those frisky bad-boys of the plan world that are permanently horizontal and sire miniature versions of themselves on the run-- runner plants like the strawberry. ladies, beware.

i never stuck around long enough to find out what type of plant the ordinary guy in the flower store bought. an ordinary plant, perhaps?

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