Beware of of the Sharply dressed flower-hustler.
So no less than 10 seconds after sitting down with a chica, a chubby flower guy with a mustache, in a dress-shirt, and a neck tie comes up and literally forces me to buy flowers for my chica. The bastard charges double for flowers than the average flower guys, wanting $20 for bouquet of roses that I know goes for $10. I can't get him to leave. The next thing I know, my chica is arguing with me, and insists on the $20 bouquet. And now the mood is fooking ruined. "WTF flower butthole, you're ruining my date, I didn't tell you to stop by you motherfucker! I thought to myself. Fed up with him and my arguing chica, I finally told him to get loss while trying to sooth my chica as she sulks and gives me the cold shoulders. How on earth can a date go to shit in less than a minute?!
15 minutes later, I spot the normal flower dude. I buy the same bouquet of roses for my chica for $10. She still gives me the cold shoulders! WTF? Then a light comes on. I am fed up. With her glass still half-full, I thank her for her time and said "adios amiga. " That is Spanish for fuck you and your middle age flower-boy fat fuck. I stood up and walked away. She spends the next few hours brushing against me as she walks by. Sorry baby, but I've moved on. As for the sharp dressed flower guy, I hope he falls in front of a moving truck one day, preferably with his head underneath one of its tires.
Watch out! Avoid the round-faced middle age flower guy with a mustache in dress-shirt and tie. He will fuck over your night before it even begins.