I was down in Hermosa Beach for my buddy Greg's birthday. We had just exited a bar down at the pier and were walking towards the liquor store near the main street. A small old Mexican women came up to us holding a bundle of red roses asking if we wanted to buy one. I said no thanks but my buddy was properly smashed and bought a $5 rose and handed it to me. He said it was because we were best buds. I thought it was nice in a drunken way but also thought that he should have held onto the $5 because I was pretty much going to toss the thing in the trash shortly after.

I was standing in the liquor store waiting for Greg to buy his cigarettes when two guys in line asked me about the rose I was holding. " Who is that rose for?" the shorter one asked. I said " it's for me". He asked again thinking I didn't understand what he was asking " No, who are you giving that to?" I said " No one, it's mine." I had a feeling these guys were trying to give me shit and I was very wary of them. They didn't look like much so I wasn't too worried.

The smaller one then asked me and another random person in line if we liked roses. I said no not really. He then went off on some random tangent about how he use to give roses out all the time and that they mean nothing to him. I was just shaking my head like " yes, good for you dick face." He kept going on about giving out roses and how they don't mean shit. He then re-assured us that he wasn't trying to be a dick but was just trying to talk to us.

We walked out of the store and I started talking to his other friend who then told me that this dude had been the Bachelor on that show called 'The Bachelor". I thought it was cool because of the random random nature of the encounter. My drunk friend kept talking to the Bachelor about God knows what. My other friend Darcy walked up a few minutes later, told Greg that we were going and then smashed the rose on his Greg's face. We then flagged a taxi and went home .