I’ve never been a die-hard fan of Valentine’s Day
In fact
I’ve never been a fan of it at all
It’s just something that *is*

I wrote how i felt about it and was being a bitch about outside Chilli’s in 2005
Complained again and spoofed an exboyfriend on national TV in 2006
In 2007, i bitched about the love songs on radio, got emo and declared fairy kisses to be given out
Last year, i spent Valentine’s Day in Vietnam with Milcah (which was awesome)

So okay fine
If you know me, you’ll know
Joyce
Is
Not
A
Valentine’s
Dinner or Day fan

So now i’m going to tell you how i ended up going for the first Valentine’s dinner since 2004 or something like that
I guess i’m also going to tell you the name of the person i’ve been seeing

(Wow. Public declaration pulak -.-)

FaiTheMai asked me something last weekend during Ash’s birthday, “So. Is he your boyfriend now?”
“No…”
“… Are you in denial?”
“…”

I thought about everything we do together –
I stay over his place more than half the time.
He’s met and hangs out with most of my friends.
We align our plans because now there is expectation involved.
We spend all our weekends with each other.
He’s come for my family dinners during Christmas and Chinese New Year.

I must be in denial.

I just think the term ‘boyfriend’ is just so… done
When i say Man Of The Moment, i mean someone who is my man
And maybe it’ll last for three months, six months, two years, who knows?
All i know is that i love his company and the sex spending time with him
I love how he nags me and makes me take better care of myself
I love his OCD-ness and how making things unaligned or in odd numbers bugs the hell out of him
I love how he recycles everything

Okay i’m going to stop this whole ‘what i love’ list before this really turns into some mushy Valentine’s post
:p

Anyway, b ack to the dinner issue
Last week, he (Okay, his name is Joe. There.) declared that we would have dinner on Friday night
“Why?” i asked, perplexed. We never pre-plan a dinner. We just go whenever.
“Because i’m going for my eye laser operation on Saturday. So I can’t do dinner properly on Saturday night.”
“But why would we have to… Ohhhh… Are we having a Valentine’s dinner on Friday night?!” i almost shrieked.
“Yes.”
“Okay, look. You know how i feel about Valentine’s right? We really don’t have to do this whole dinner thing. Really. Really  really. If you wanted to make it special, you could like, go down on me for ten hours or something.”
” Look, i’m a traditional kind of guy. And there are nice restaurants i’d like to try, and i’d like to try them with you.”
“Aww. And what if i didn’t agree?”
“Well i was counting on my powers of persuasion.”
“And if that didn’t work?”
“I was going to threaten you.”
“HAhaha! Idiot.”

From former incidences, I have learnt that is best to go with plans such as these instead of putting up a fight.

As i stressed and rushed for dinner (because i rarely leave office for any dinner plans!) Wai Kit (who’s Freeform’s new Editorial Director) said something that stuck in my head for two hours after that.
She asked me not to be such a Valentine’s scrooge.

Gasp.

I associate “scrooge” with that grouchy duck in that Disney cartoon about Christmas.

Me? A scrooge? I thought to myself and i
Am i a Valentine’s scrooge?
I guess i am.
But that doesn’t sound very nice!
Well, who asked you to repel against Valentine’s so much.
I don’t know.
Maybe there’s some deep reason for all this dislike for Valentine’s.
Like what?
Some past experience perhaps.
I don’t have any bad Valentine’s experiences oso…
Or maybe because you don’t have any experiences! That’s why you hate it so much.
Oh come on.
It makes sense.
Ok too much thought going into this. Shush.

Then there was just me.