FG and I had a pleasant Valentine's Day which for us is doing well. This is not our holiday, a fact which has become a joke between us now. One year I did pretty well, got up before she awoke and returned with fresh blackberries and blood oranges and some chocolate. Otherwise it's not been a good scene, generally speaking. Maybe we were scarred by being so deeply closeted on the High Holy Day of Gooey (Heterosexual) Romance in high school. Make that probably. I meant to write up our very worst Valentine's Day story, which involves the best of intentions and ended with a resolution never to cook squid again; maybe later this week.
This year, I made dinner on Friday night (no squid! nothing unusual at all!) and we sat and drank some wine and talked. Yesterday was mostly taken up with her preparations for her trip. She's doing an alternative-spring-break program, which means I'm a bachelor this week. (Or in other words sad, lonely, and probably hungry.) And we went out briefly to a dance party, but we weren't really feeling it, and anyway we had to get up to get her to the airport insanely early this morning.
But I did order her some very sexy thigh-highs. Looking forward to test-driving those when she's back. And she got me lovely card made by a local artist, very much Georgia O'Keeffe style erotically artistic. And inside she wrote (among other things), "Valentine's Day is super silly, but it gives me an excuse to wear fishnets all day and give you a card that looks like my bits. :) " Can you see why I'm crazy in love with this woman?