for valentine’s i decided to do something for R. something amazing.
you see, i’m pretty much one of those “girl next-door” types. not sexy really, not slutty. and R loves slutty, but i’m uncomfortable with that. so i thought, hell, why not, i’m going to go all out slutty, since i don’t really do that. so out i went. i shopped all over. bought the stripper heels, the tight black slink dress with the holes all down the sides. huge holed fishnets. fake lashes. even a stripper wig in this hot red and black. oh yeah, slutty.
then, i rented myself the cheap motel room (bring your own sheets people)/ as frustrated as i am sexualy, then doesn’t excuse not trying to make an effort for the v-day right? so i do it all. it takes time, and money. and… it’s out of my comfort zone.
so last night on the way home from A’s swimming lesson we stop at the Big K on the corner. i can’t go in because “A needs to pick out smoething for you from valentines.” we go home, A giv es m a box of chocolates and a card. awww, cute. gotta love 6 year olds.
R suddenly rememebers he has finals do Valentine’s night and the day after. R: “mind if we celebrate next week instead, dear?” Me: (no… i guess not… okay i do but i’m not saying….”) “No, it’s fine” R: “okay, but you have to tell me what you got… i can’t wait” Me: “Okay,,,blahblahblah, now you have to give me mine.”
Here’s where the problem is. he goes into the bedroom. there’s rusteling. he comes out. somethings behind his back. he hands me a bright green stuffed frog.
R: “happy valentine’s day honey.”
(okay, so… it’s cute. that’s it? at least it’s something. he thought of me, that’s the important part…) to be honest, if it had ended here i might have been okay. but no. he reaches is his pocket and pulls out a jewerly box. (oooh! sparklies!!!)
R: “hope you like it.” he opens the box.
guess what? last ngiht he bought me my valentine’s day present. at k-mart. 10k gold earings like you’d buy a 10 year old cause they can’t be trusted with more. so flimsy i could bend it with my pinky. a last minute, thoughtless gift. i can’t even wear earings, i never have been able to. myears get all pussy and crusty. yummm.
so yeah, i lost it. big time. kmart last minute earings. making a fantsay come true.
you do the math.
happy valentine’s day all- we’re staying in. (and i’m wondering why i stay at all)
yours truely,
-L
