Take time to find out what pleases your woman

I react to flowers. I love them, but I react to them. I get a happy feeling down my belly when I receive a bunch, but this is immediately replaced by panic.

My acquaintance with flowers comes with endless sneezing, watery eyes and sometimes itching on my face and neck, a very uncomfortable feeling.

“You are so weird, how can you be allergic to flowers?” commented a friend who had visited, when she learned about my peculiar reaction to flowers.

“Wait until you hear the other half of the story,” I told her.

“Knock yourself out, but please don’t say you are allergic to chocolates as well,” she responded with mock horror.

When I informed her that I don’t like chocolate, she looked at me as if I was an alien from Mars.

“I am not allergic to chocolate, but I never acquired the taste for them,” I explained.

“Your husband must be one lucky man. Valentine’s day is a breeze for him,” offered my friend’s husband wistfully, realising rather too late that he had got himself in trouble when his wife did not smile at the joke.

Just to clarify, my husband learned the hard way not to celebrate my peculiarities. Even if I get asthmatic fits at the sight of flowers and dislike the idea of chocolate sticking to my teeth, I still expect him to surprise me with flowers, chocolates, and other gifts, especially jewellery.

Most importantly though, a gift that shows he knows what I like is more valuable, even if it is cheap, like a second-hand book he once bought off the street for 200 shillings.

And this is where men think women get complicated. Flowers and chocolates are nice, but they will not get you far in the romantic rating scale if that is all you can come up with!

What matters the most is when you take time to know what your wife particularly likes. Maybe she is the kind that would rather sit with you at a park and talk, rather than go to a noisy club and sip expensive wine.

FIRST TASTE OF PIZZA

This reminds me of the first time I tasted Pizza. I was a young fresh out-of-college girl, only on my third month in Nairobi.

I had taken up a lunch offer from this young man who I suspect could barely afford the pizza, only for me to spit out the weird tasting thing at first bite. I then went ahead to order a plate of spiced chicken and rice, which I ate with enthusiasm.

His interest for me flew out of the window immediately after that. I need not say that the date went downhill after that, and that our relationship fizzled out.

It should explain to you why a woman will readily walk out of a party if she spots another dressed in a similar outfit, while a man will shrug and go on to make friends with a man dressed in a similar shirt.

Every woman, so often wants to scream;

“I am not women! I am me.”

And that gentlemen, is how you please and keep a woman. Enroll into her classes and learn her love language. I have said it before and will say it again, no woman is like the next one. Unless you meet one who is not secure in her identity and is trying to be like someone else that is, but that is a story for another sitting.