Valentine's Day Weekend aka Tell me I'm pretty or ELSE.
0 comments Posted by Kristen at Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Anyways -- Dave isn't a mushball or a super sap - which I like, and he did a great job for Valentine's Day - even if he threw it together at the last minute with a bouquet of mixed flowers and some hand picked truffles (my favorite) (hand picked so I didn't end up with Lemon - Orange or Raspberry Cream or anything more bizzare)
I did my girlfriend duty of dressing up -- I bought a cute dress and wore tights and I meant to wear heels but they were frozen so I had on cute little black slipper shoes, I fixed my hair and wore makeup (just enough - not lady of the night or anything) I looked cute, I'll say so and I guess that's all we have to go by so take it or leave it.
I met him at the house, gave him his present (part 2: the 3rd in the series he's reading and a nifty book light - part 1: was for the both of us - new pillows and pillowcases) Anyway - I gave him his present - and becuase my commute was so long had to run off to the tinkle chamber,
by the time I was done he had already opened his present and card and then he presented me with my flowers and chocolates --- and no card, disappointment. Oh well - he hates buying cards, but I stated I would require one for my upcomming birthday and it can be funny, it doesn't have to be sappy - obviously. I wanted him to tell me I looked pretty - or beautiful, hell I've even settle for cute --- but it didn't happen. He left me to watch tv while he showered and got ready - He was wearing a nice red dress shirt and I asked him it if was new and told him he looked good. Still no compliment. I let it go. Sort-of.
He drove us to dinner at the Sample Room. No reservations required. Good plan since he forgot to make reservations anywhere else -- the wait however was about an hour. We sat and talked and goofed around and were a little mushy -- G rated of course. We were seated, we ordered, talked, ate, talked, stared at eachother -- maybe he'll tell me I'm pretty now? Nope, ordered dessert, talked while waited for the bill then the waiter gave me the bill -- Now, I'm going to regress for a moment, when we first start dating he would buy -- and then after a while I confessed that I'm liberated enough to buy dinner so we now take unofficial turns on footing hte bill) So the waiter gave me the bill and I gave it to him - and said I was not liberated enough to pay for dinner on Valentine's Day -- he took the bill, looked at it, made a face play pouting, so I offer to pay for dinner--- This is a fake offer and he knows it's a fake offer so he pays, as he should. Then we gather our warm winter wear and leave the restraunt, head back to the house.
We play this game whereever we are -- we poke eachother and then make a raspberry sound -- and whoever gets poked has to say something -- i.e. Oh Really? You don't Say? Seriouslly? and then the person who got poked has to poke the other person in a surprising way. Lame but we play this as we are going back and talk about dinner and how I'm putting my foot down on watching LOST on Valentine's day. (Even though the week prior I tried to tape the show for him and well let's just say my VCR has seen it's day) We get back -- snuggle for a little bit decide to watch LOST tomorrow and we head to bed. He didn't say anything about wearing a cute dress, being pretty or cute or beautiful or anything... sigh we go to bed.
Friday we get up he has to runs some errands I got a chance to read a book - watch tv and veg out. Then he came back - we went to Stillwater and spent the afternoon there, ate lunch - my treat, and went back to watch LOST (2 episodes -- I'm not a fan but I tolerate it over some of the other options) By now -- the greesy onion fries from lunch combined with the Cajun burger with Zesty Mayo is eating away my digestive track and I'm suffering gas, upset stomach and frequent potty breaks. After Lost -- we watched Star Wars episode 5 &6 --- he's not a geek I promise he just thinks I've been living in a cave because I've never seen them. By now -- the greesy onion fries from lunch combined with the Cajun are still doing no good -- We order in - I get a very plain chicken sandwhich with tomatoe and lettuce and Dave offers me a couple rolaids. Finally some relief, god I love the chewable rolaids like gum mees tootsie roll meets acid relief. We watch Star Wars - eat icecream sandwhiches and then head to bed. (PS I'm liking LOST more, and I really enjoyed the last 2 episodes of Star Wars -- I'm turning into a geek.)
Saturday Morning - I wake up bright and early, I try to read my book so I can feel sleepy -- but I just have strained eyes - and so I put the book down and just rest -
but then I start thinking - about random crap: How sweet Dave is, how I have to make sure to send my mail out, how these jammies are cute, how he didn't tell me I was pretty on Valentine's day, how he didn't tell me I was pretty the last time I wore a dress -- maybe he doesn't think I'm pretty...
maybe I'm crying now -- I can't be crying - I don't cry about dumb stuff like this , He doesn't think I'm pretty, I'm having a full body sob now -- Is he still sleeping - please stay asleep, I'm muffling my fit of stupidity- I'm stopping now -- Oh crap the sobs are gurgling up again, I'm crying harder now, he's up, he's rolled over, he's looking at me, I can't hide. He's asking me what's wrong and if I'm ok -- I'm fine, I muster between mini sobs now, I'm fine. He holds me, I stop crying. I tell him I'm fine and that I don't cry very often and I guess I just needed to, he wants to talk about it -- it's really lame I tell him, I tell him I'm fine and then I apologize for waking him up, he says he doesn't care about that, I tell him I'm sorry again, and then I start crying again, he asks me why I'm crying, I gurgle that I'm sorry and then he hands me a tissue and I blow my nose and I tell him I'm gross and he touches my cheek and tells me You're not Gross. It's not a "You're pretty" but after this ordeal I'm satisfied and then we start the raspberry war and giggle and laugh and have a delightful Saturday being lazy together.
So it's a little belated but here they are:
Read more. The goal is a book a week, I forgotten how much I love reading. So far the book a week quota has been met!
Finish what I start. Be it an afghan or scarf, a tedious task I don't want to do aka folding laundry. The grow out the hair plan - is also still in place.
Learn something new: I guess this goes with the reading thing - but also trying new things, being a little more adventurous.
*I tried Salt N Pepper chips this weekend
Being a little mushy sometimes. I guess I'm a little apprehensive about being a mushball - or sensitive & emotional, but sometimes I know I need to be the inner goober and that I'm not always tough stuff.
The old standby - the goal is to lose the 20 pounds I gained courtesy of 2007, I'm halfway there - as of today. Granted I've been working on this prior to the new year, so this might also fit into the category -- finish what I start...
Don't put up with bullshit - drama and or other unpleasantries. I can get mad but I'm only allowing myself to stay mad for 12 hours and then I'm going to be over it.
So that's it.
Oh and cut back on the dc..(diet coke)
So my ex-boyfriend, the one who had an ex-wife and a baby on the way with another chickadee, he's having another baby -- or his new girlfriend is having a baby -- He's thrilled - maybe I don't get it cause I don't think having a baby is something thrilling especially given his 1st child is less than a year old. I'm just thankful I got out of that mess before the super sperm got me in the unsavory predicament.
I'm also reminded daily of this person in the office who shall remain nameless who has two illegitimate children both resulted from some drunken stopper of a one night stand. Why can't the stupid people use birth control?
I am very happy for my normal married friends who have embraced babies into their families -- I'm just bitter cause now your time entertaining me has dwindled.
Oh well - onward.
So I don't get embarassed -- most of the time... But sometimes in life you have to buy embarassing products. Now granted I'm not a shy person - I'm just fine going into an adult store and buying something thing to watch or something that buzzes- these are not the items that I find embarassing.
These are:
Preperation H - Stool Softner - Tucks Medicated Pads - Anything for hemmrhoid relief is embarassing -- I've had the rhoids in the past and this purchase just adds to the agony. Along the same lines --- any yeast infection treatment, douche etc.
Condoms and Lube when accompanied with your sweetie pie -- I'm fine buying these items solo, but once - Dave decided I needed lube while we were at the grocery store picking up dinner -- I was mortified - I thought he went off to get salsa - but no lube in 2 varieties ended up in the basket -- and I didn't know they were there until they appeared on the conveyor belt. We now refer to a certain Cub Foods as the Lube Cub.
Pregnancy Tests - Yeah, this one is especially embarassing if the only available cashier is a pimply face teenager or an old blue haired lady. I usually buy a jumbo box of tampons at the same time.
Breast Pumps: Earlier this year I had a swollen duct in my breast -- I'll spare you the details - but I was desperate to try and relieve the pain, so upon my mother's suggestion I bought one - but she "had" to come with to make sure I got the right one --- and then she wanted to make sure I figured out how to use it --- sheesh MOM!
Erotic How To Manuals: Recently I picked up a Kama sutra to add some zing in the sheets -- no big deal, I've purchased many a vibrator and naughty magazine --- I'm either losing my gumption or it was the environment - but buying anything sexy at Borders just downright makes me blush.
