Valentine's Effort

I hope everyone had a wonderful valentine's day, either celebrating with a loved one or celebrating your fabulous self.

RedSox really wanted to celebrate Valentines. I did not. I didn't feel I deserved one. I just wanted a quiet saturday where I opened the gym, had a good work-out after my shift and enjoyed my evening.

Like a typical guy, RedSox tried to make reservations last-minute. He found 9:45pm at Persephone. Unfortunately, I'm ready to eat my arm by 7:30-8pm. I told him I'd much rather stay home and order in. He INSISTED we go out, so I relented and asked him to find a place with an earlier reservation.

At the end of my shift, I called to let him know I was gonna work out. I could be ready around 5-6pm. He told me the only reservation he could find was 4:30pm at Petit Robert. I did not want to eat at 4:30pm... let alone at a place I could care less about. Again, he INSISTED.

I had a crappy work-out, went to CVS to find him a card and headed home to get ready. I called him again to see if he was able to find a later reservation anywhere. He asked what I wanted to do. I told him I want to be able to eat when I'm hungry.

We decided to stay in... and he would cook for me. I was already waay pissed off by this point, so to get him to cook for me would guarantee he would stay in the kitchen while I cooled off.

RedSox said he would pick me up at 6pm... he finally came around 8:15pm. Did I mention that I would have eaten my arm by this point? I was sleeping to avoid the anger that hunger brings on.

He picked me and bought flowers. He had all the food ready to cook. I was still pissy.

Listen. I know he's trying really hard to please me, but I can't get over the chaos I feel in my head. I can't stand improper planning and disorganization.

The evening ended up going pretty well once I started drinking the pinot noir I selected and bought for the night. He fed me immediately with cheeses and nuts, then cooked a decent chicken entree with pasta.

I apologized for my anger. He forgave me and handed me my gift. A cross from Tiffanys. He also gave me some lingerie.

Sex... now that is a WHOLE other issue.