Something new this year: For the first time ever, i’m not going to be single on Valentine’s Day, nor will I be in a relationship with someone who’d much rather fuck someone else than spend any time with me. What to do???
Okay, so I hate Valentine’s as an order to behave in a particular way i.e. to satisfy the gods of consumption I don’t believe in. “Thou shalt go forth and CONSUME!” No thanks. At the same time, I like the idea of doing something small to show someone that you’re thinking about them, that you care, but I like to think that that sort of perspective should be displayed three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of the year, not just limited to one.
If I were to do something in the spirit of Valentines, instead of going out and sitting in a restaurant filled with other gooey couples (vom!), i’d much rather eat at home… Rib eye and oven chips with grain mustard, Béarnaise and perhaps a small salad (and ketchup for the chips of course). Alternatively i’d be just as happy with takeaway from McDonalds. All class, me.
Small things I could do if I had the opportunity? Bake a particular cake they like. Give them a massage (body, head or foot). Let them have a peaceful extra few hours kip. Wash their hair and body before drying them off. Do their nails (men can appreciate a manicure too). Cook breakfast. Sort their laundry. I don’t really know what i’d do, but spending time rather than a lot of money appeals greatly.
I’ve never received a Valentine’s card from anyone, nor have had anything nice – be it time or money – spent on me for VD. Actually, if i’m honest, in the decade prior to Coppell i’ve not had much care lavished upon me outside of VD either. Sigh.
Thanks to Coppell, i’ve accomplished an awful lot of “firsts” in the fourteen days we’ve spent in each other’s company. Open communication. Long soaks in a bath together. The most fun and enjoyment i’ve ever had inside the bedroom. Acceptance of hummus. Amongst other things.
Roll on half term…
