Found one, lost another

After what seemed like weeks of stress and ceaseless whining to friends, I've finally found a flatmate! He's a FoF (friend of friend), from Sydney and seems very nice and easygoing. He likes fish sauce, as well as OC, Dawson's Creek and Friends, and claims to be a "9/10" on the tidiness scale. My manager thinks he was just telling me what I wanted to hear and now that I've put it all down in one sentence, I am starting to have my doubts too. Perhaps I should have put him under the lie detector. I guess only time will tell but living with a boy will most certainly add a new dynamic to my London experience.

Spoilt, doublefold

I was spoilt rotten last night. And I enjoyed every second of it. I am not sure why, from an evolutionary perspective, women desire romance so much. Surely romantic gestures such as a bunch of flowers, no matter how beautiful, will not increase our chance of survival or success in rearing our young. But it is uncontestable that romance we do desire. And flowers have the power to turn us into a happy, sappy puddle.

On another note, after hearing on the BBC Breakfast report that yellow roses symbolised infidelity, I got curious and searched for the symbolic meaning of other flowers. Here's a sample:

• Tulips: perfect lover
• Red rose: I love you
• Primrose: I can't live without you
• Lily - yellow: I am walking on air. False and gay (???)
• Carnation - yellow: you have disappointed me, rejection
• Poppy - red: pleasure
• Violet - white: let's take a chance