For what ever reason, this Valentine's has me all "ga ga". I'm drawn to the pretty, frilly pink hearts and crap. I longingly gaze over all the cards and decorations. I search for the "perfect" meal & dessert to make. This is out of character for me........
I haven't been this silly over Valentine's since I first started dating Steve 15 years ago. Is my black, jaded heart finally getting some cracks in it?? Steve could care less about the holiday, I'm going to be lucky to even be getting a card from him. Today I bought my self a pretty silver heart necklace on a black cord as a gift to myself. I asked Steve if there is anything he'd like for his birthday/valentines and I get the standard response:
Steve: I want a blow job.
Me: Ok, how about something DIFFERENT this year?
Steve: a blow job from a 18 year old blonde.
Fucker........
Maybe I'll bake some chocolate goodies for my students. I could go for some chocolate right now.