When I was in high school, I once had to wear a corsage from some special occasion, probably a piano recital or something. When the event was done, I didn’t really know what to do with it, so I put it in the locker of a girl at school (probably one that I liked or something). I figured that girls like flowers, so she’d probably like this one … even though it was, well, dead.

So several weeks, or maybe even months, later, this girl came up to me and said, “Lance, I have a question for you. Don’t take this the wrong way … but did you leave a dead rose in my locker?”

I could tell from her face and tone of voice that she was horrified … and thus that it was a bad thing that I left the rose there. An immediate lesson learned about the mathematics of the female mind.

So naturally, I did what any God-fearing young man would do. I lied through my teeth. “Oh, it was living when I put it in there,” I said. And although she was still a little bewildered, she seemed to accept it.

There’s my confession. I’ve come clean, repented of my wayward actions.

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