Sorry. My fingers no longer hit their intended targets. I should have typed "any old food". I'm due for a hand transplant next week. After that I'll consider a brain transplant.
Flowers are stupid, chocolates are boring, poetry -- well, good poetry --can do wonders. Also, it's just listening and remembering you through small things you've said or mentioned, that'd woo me.
All the little things mean a lot to me: a wink and a smile melts my heart, holding my hand or just sitting beside me for a while, playing me a tune, taking out the trash, cooking dinner, me listening while another talks, I love to listen to people share their creativity or just what is in their heart at the moment.