{"id":11667,"date":"2025-02-24T12:21:00","date_gmt":"2025-02-24T12:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/2025\/02\/24\/be-sure-to-wear-some-flowers-in-your-hair\/"},"modified":"2025-02-24T12:21:00","modified_gmt":"2025-02-24T12:21:00","slug":"be-sure-to-wear-some-flowers-in-your-hair","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/2025\/02\/24\/be-sure-to-wear-some-flowers-in-your-hair\/","title":{"rendered":"Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair<br \/>\nMy parents met in a bar, both alcoholics at the time. My dad fell in love with my mom, who, of course, wanted nothing to do with him and his ratty sneakers. Eventually he convinced her and, to make a beautiful story short, they fell in love, got sober, started a business, and had a family of four kids shortly thereafter. To this day, my dad still leaves love notes in the pockets of her running jacket. This is the example of romance I lived with for eighteen years before I went to New York with the deluded hopes of finding my own story, only to find a situation far from romantic. Why is it that every twenty-something single guy who shows interest and buys you a slice expects sex? When did male-female interactions go from asking you out properly, picking you up at the door, and hoping for a kiss at the close of an evening to a late night text message, followed by a slice of pizza, and the expectation that they\u2019re going to get laid? And when they realize it\u2019s not going to happen, actual and blatant anger has followed. What is wrong with these guys? The excuse that it\u2019s simply the age group of men that us twenty-something women are dating is getting quite old. There\u2019s no excuse for such presumption and disrespect. In this generation, chivalry seems to be long gone, but what about mutual respect?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair My parents met in a bar, both alcoholics at the time. My dad fell in love with my mom, who, of course, wanted nothing to do with him and his ratty sneakers. Eventually he convinced her and, to make a beautiful story short, they fell in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9281,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[43],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-11667","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-bitch"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11667","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11667"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11667\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/9281"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11667"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11667"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dev2025-2-2.movesflash.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11667"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}