Mary Steer tells a short and cute story without repeating a single word.
Desiring uniqueness requires an attempt. Here goes:
Those eyes, that smile, hair like a wild river foaming through rainstorms, skin smooth and soft as creamy pale paper awaiting inspiration. Straight, tall, unnervingly direct gaze, clothing pure elegant funkiness.
Would merely "Hello!" do? Likely more is needed, some witticism, protestation, enticement, something... brilliant?
What might work?
Simply three little mots?
Nah. Too scary.
Wordlessly, maybe. Sending knowing smiles, winks, fingers waggling, waving, tiny kisses blown? Creepy, before greater acquaintance.
Spilling drink, apologising, chatting, asking on date?
Napkin note sent across crowded room?
Pre-bought drink, bartender-delivered?
Introduction by mutual friends?
Still, being alone worse.
Snub, though, worst thing?
Best stay lonely. Languishing easy...
NO! Try harder. Think. Must find way...
But don't ask beer buddies. Need style, class, panache.
YES! Let blooms speak! Red tulips (declaration), white roses (personal worthiness - unless pushy, self-aggrandizing?), agapanthus (secret love); most importantly, clover (be mine). Include website link containing blossom meaning descriptions. Will she understand?
With her brain? Of course.
Answer? Who knows. Hope not scarlet geranium (maybe next time), snapdragon (presumption)... Or least desirable outcome - shudder - the yellow carnation (disdain).
Hard, choosing from fifty ways to join your lover.