The Red Rose
Category: Life

Among the best loved and most well known flowers in the world is the red rose. Its deep crimson color, often rich in fragrance, and the beauty of its form, have made the red rose the ultimate symbol of love since ancient times. Personally, I’ve loved red roses ever since I was a little boy. My grandmother use to have rose bushes in her yard and I’d sometimes pick red roses and take them to my mother. My mother loved roses. And so does about every woman I know. Some roses are so breathtakingly beautiful that they command intense intimate interest and bring out the best in the recipients of their love. Out of all the women I’ve ever dated, I’ve bought every single one of them either bouquets of red roses or a single, long stemmed red rose. And for the guys who are reading this blog, you should try it. Because red roses got me laid many, many times.

Females are well known for being creatures of emotion. I once saw legitimate emotion in the eyes of my lover when I gave her a dozen red roses complete with baby’s breath in a fine crystal vase of colorless, transparent glass. She was so beautiful, glowing and attractive the moment I handed her the long stemmed roses. With charm, grace and dignity she happily accepted my amorous offering of devotion, endearment and tenderness. I loved the way she smiled and the innocent way she blushed and crinkled her nose - the look of which said a thousand words. And you know what? I enjoyed making her feel good that day. The vision of which is permanently imbedded in my heart and mind to this day. Such a lovely, pleasurable, elegant woman she was. Sitting here in prison, I wonder if she still remembers those red roses and the unconditional love given to her that day.

One of my favorite things to do is to leave a single, long stemmed, red rose under the wiper blade of a love interest’s car. However, that did get me in trouble one time when the husband of the woman I was having an affair with came to his wife’s work place and found the red rose. Then there was the time I ran into an old girlfriend in a bar. She said she was single, still worked at the same place and gave me her phone number on a card. So, I sent a dozen red roses to Furr’s Cafeteria where she worked as a hostess. Only later to call and hear her say, “My boyfriend got mad when he found out you sent me roses. He’s looking for you and pissed off like hell.” But … this chick had just told me she wasn’t seeing anyone! And even gave me her number and told me to call! What a wasted fifty spot that was. For the life of me, I’ve still yet to figure out why she lied.

I once left a red rose in the office of a hotel where I was staying with instructions to the desk clerk to give it and a note to a lady friend I was expecting to call. The note which read, “For a good time, see the guy in room 222.” Needless to say, I had a great time that night. Such a simple yet erotically stimulating flower the red rose. Did you know the attar of rose, a rich fragrant essential oil, is sometimes used in making perfume? And come to think about it, I think I read somewhere that rosehips are used in certain Wiccan love spells and other culture’s rituals and potions. Can a rose be considered voluptuous? As in suggesting sensual pleasure by fullness and beauty of form? All I know is, roses are startlingly beautiful and every woman I’ve ever given them to fell head over heels in love. They just fell and fell and fell!

After having spent numerous years behind bars and growing increasingly old, I often wonder if I can still get anywhere by giving a woman a dozen red roses. Surely they’re still considered elegant, vivid, colorful and the ultimate symbol of love. Tenacious of life and erotically stimulating, if I can’t do it on my own any more, maybe I can be assisted with the delicate intimacy projected by the rose. And believe it or not everyone, I’m still a romantic at heart. On Valentine’s Day I give red roses to the one I love and adore. And on her birthday she always receives the same. In closing, just want to let all my female readers know … I’ll love pretty women and red roses until the day I die! The red rose - the ultimate symbol of love! I’m Tripper. Better days full of love!