February 15, 2007
12:06 AM
7 minutes after Valentine’s Day
Boyfriends are great. Granted, they aren’t perfect, but they are great. Even if only for comic relief… depending on the boyfriend.
And even if you don’t have a boyfriend, Valentine’s Day is still fun. I should know: I’m 20 years old and this was my first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend.
Some reader just died laughing, didn’t they?
Fine, laugh. I’m sure you think it’s pathetic, but tell me which is worse? A woman who is fine on her own and isn’t dependant on others to feel loved, or a woman whose sole identity lies in the fact that she believes someone else loves her and she’s incomplete without a male counterpart in her life?
I know in writing this entry I risk my boyfriend reading it, but then again, in reading this journal, my boyfriend risks finding out things he doesn’t want to know. It’s a double-edged sword. ^_^ I like swords.
Anyways, this Valentine’s Day was far from perfect. I requested the day off from work, because I work nights and my BF works days, so obviously, strings had to be pulled, right? So I had the day off, and spent half the day cleaning the bathrooms of my house, scrubbing on my hands and knees. At one point I laughed at the irony, I had watch Cinderella the day before, and in it is the scene where she’s cleaning the foyer of the mansion on her hands and knees while singing to herself. And then here I was, cleaning on my hands and knees and singing to myself. So, anyway, then I smelt like bleach for the rest of the day.
Even after two showers.
Details, details… I talk to my BF and he tells me to come over around 5:30 PM, and I was like, but that only gives you an hour to shower, get dressed, cook, and have everything ready for when I get there. So I planned to give him 30 extra minutes and be there at 6. I’m really big about punctuality, so I was there five minutes early. His entire family seemed to freak out. I think for them, if you tell someone to be there at a certain time, they don’t actually expect you to show up till thirty minutes later than planned.
More details… My BF misplaced my present. I haven’t a clue as to what it was, but he felt really bad, and I felt really bad for him. As for me, I bought him a cookie cake, two CDs, and a sketchbook. He had told me he wanted to cook for me, so I let him, which I thought was terribly sweet. So he makes me close my eyes and leads me into their ‘playroom’, and he has this table set up like a restaurant. A vase of yellow roses, a bowl of salad, etc. made my think of Olive Garden. What was so funny though, and I tried hard not to show it, was you could see a man had obviously put this together. The roses were still held together in a rubber band and simply stuck in the vase of water. I had to cut and arrange them after I got home.
He had cooked chicken parmesan, which was really quite good, and is a dish I absolutely love anyway. It was thoughtful, but a little funny. I could go into detail, but to spare his feelings and pride should he read this, I won’t. But it was very sweet, and it made me happy.
Well, then, his male genes came out again, because we decided to watch a movie after dinner, right? Guess what movie he put in. First, Robot Chicken.
Yep. No lie.
Which, I can’t fault him for, he was trying to make me laugh, because, let’s face it: I love to laugh. Though the original Batman animated series would have been fine with me.
Well, after Robot Chicken, he puts in Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Has anybody seen this movie?! Anybody?! Okay, we watched this on Valentine’s Day!! It’s depressing! Very sad, and leaves you in a state where you feel much like the characters yourself, in that you’re drifting from dream to dream. He says it reminds him of us. How, I couldn’t possibly fathom, because the characters are nothing like us. A very weird movie. Not one I would willingly watch again. It was just weird and depressing, and I wonder if that’s how people with memory lose or Parkinson’s feel.
I’m tired. My head hurts. I’m gone to bed.
It wasn’t a perfect day, but it was nice, and I had fun.
My BF isn’t perfect, but I love him anyway.
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