Just some words

After work last night I went to have coffee with a nice gal. I drove her home. We sat and chatted in the driveway. We kissed goodnight.

Before she got out of the car I asked her what her last name was and she said, "Rose, like the fucking flower."

I wonder if I will ever be able to look at a rose again and not think to myself, "fucking flower."

(More to follow . . . )