Long post, I apologize.

I (32F) love flowers.
I love that they all mean different things, and I make sure that if I'm sending a bouquet to someone, each flower is chosen based on its meaning.

I have been in an LDR (Long-Distance Relationship) with a 27M for 2 years.
We've F2F(Face to Face) met 3 times so far, and it's about to be 4.
He's very quiet and stoic. He's that giant, calm, serious-looking dude sitting at the party's back, just chilling and observing. Think of a pit bull: very mean-looking and intimidating, but actually super sweet, loving, and goofy.

Right before Valentine's Day, I was listening to something, and 'Men typically only receive flowers at their funeral' stuck out at me, so that was it: I was getting my dude flowers for V-Day.

I looked up how to get him flowers and their options. They provided a bouquet that was perfect for me and said what I wanted to say. While ordering, I tacked on a box of chocolates and a superduper cute card with a personal message inside (I was already going to send the card) and sent it off. Cost me less than $100. I was absolutely chuffed.

When sending a gift, I can't keep it a secret to save my life, so he found out about the flowers and co. pretty soon after I ordered them.
From the moment he found out about the flowers, he started complaining, saying that flowers were a "girly thing" and implying that I wasted my money. His father and friends would take the mickey out of him if they found out he got flowers, chocolates, and a card on Valentine's Day.
"Isn't that what a man is supposed to get his woman for Valentine's Day?"
It frustrated me, and trust me, I argued against it, but I figured that getting the flowers and him actually seeing them while I explained their meanings would be worth his complaining about them.

It was not.
He got them in the morning and decided (despite my telling him to open them without me) to wait until MIDNIGHT to open them. I could see the cheeky little smile that he got when I was explaining their meanings, but that soon disappeared when I explained to him how to take care of them (they haven't had water in who knows how long at this point), and informed him that they needed water NOW, or they would die horrible, miserable deaths. Then I really would have wasted my money.

He went to put them in water and complained about the mess it made when he cut the stems (I told him to do it in the sink, or over the bin to reduce mess), the fact that he didn't have a vase (not something I considered) so he had to put the flowers in some cups (split the bouquet in half because it was too big for just one cup 💅🏼), that the cellophane was too loud when he was removing the flowers (I explained "Reach your hand into the cellophane, grasp down at the stems of the flowers, using your hand and arm as a shelf for the flowers to rest on, then use your other hand and rip the cellophane off the bottom super quickly. Least amount of noise." He didn't listen.), that he couldn't believe he had to deal with FLOWERS at midnight, at almost 27 years old.

It killed it for me.
Just....all the excitement and love that I had in those flowers kind of died right then. He could have thrown them away and I wouldn't have cared.
Honestly, our relationship hasn't recovered from it, because all I can think of is how much time, effort, and love I put into those flowers, and all he did was b**** the entire time, before he even got them.
I'm noticing that our relationship tends to be that way a lot; I put a lot more into it emotionally than he does, and any time I try to talk about it, he thinks I'm just "picking a fight over nothing."

Tonight, we had another argument over something dumb (I saw how I was slouched over on cam and remarked on how it made me look slovenly, and his reaction was "Put a jumper on then."
I was already planning on it because it was starting to get cold [about 3 am my time], but I jokingly told him "You know, you're supposed to tell me that I look beautiful, no matter what.", to which he deadpans "That wasn't in the handbook."
I replied that every day, I tell him that he's beautiful, sexy, and gorgeous. I try to make sure that he knows I find him attractive no matter what because I love him. And YES, complimenting your partner when they're having an off day and they need it (which I rarely have; I'm a very self-confident person) IS in the handbook, and he's now tripled down on how he doesn't need to compliment me.

I apologize for the long post, but here it is:

I want to get him another bouquet of flowers, just to be petty. Because by George, I am going to let him know how much I love, appreciate, and care for him, but I want to do it in a way that is going to irritate the ever loving poop out of him.
Yes, I have tried talking to him about the flowers, my feelings, everything.
At this point, I feel like fighting fire with flowers.

So, WIBTA if I sent my boyfriend a bouquet of flowers, because I know it makes him uncomfortable?