Sometimes I dream about writing a cheesy romcom screenplay in the vein of You've Got Mail. The protagonist is a florist who spends her days making bouquets for really romantic men to give to their girlfriends. She lives alone. Has cats. Messy hair. Listens to Jane Austen books on tape. Wears questionable floral prints and dirty men's workshirts and often both at the same time. (You see where this is going?)
She hosts a weekend long Valentine's Day flower shop at Castor and Pollux, and secretly hopes that a boy, any boy, will preorder a bouquet JUST FOR HER. Instead, her ex boyfriend orders one for his current girlfriend. (Autobiographical.)
I haven't worked out the ending yet but hey! I'm sure it involves a guy with enough balls to buy her flowers and enough sense to realize she won't care what they look like.
Stop by and say hello at my little flower shop in Castor and Pollux this Sunday (today!) from 1pm-6pm and on Tuesday the 14th from 12pm-7pm. The store is located at 238 W. 10th St between Bleeker and Hudson in the West Village. You will know me by my messy hair and off kilter flower crown.