.. at celebrating Valentine’s Day dinner.

The ONLY things i like about V Day are when:
– people who have feelings for each other use that occasion to hint at their emotions. It’s so cute.
– friends and family tell each other ‘i love you’
– people make cards, write poems, sing songs… that’s all okay with me.

I guess the only thing i’ve never been a fan of is the whole dinner and flowers shebang. If you’ve been a long-time reader of this blog, you might remember ALL the TIMES i bitched and blasted Valentine’s Day for its commercialism. Now, i’m a lot more calmer about the issue and don’t really care who wants to have V Day dinner or not, because it’s got nothing to do with me.

Early last week, Clem asked me to have dinner the following Friday and i said, “Okay.”
A couple of days after that i realised, “Oh. It’s Valentine’s Day.”

But i decided to suck it and go along with it after recalling a long time ago when i got into a fight with an ex cos i didn’t feel the desire nor necessity to go out for V Day’s dinner. The lasting impression i have of that fight was him saying: “You know, *you* may not want to celebrate Valentine’s Day but maybe *i* would like to!” That made me feel bad cos duh, it’s not all about me so… suck it.

So Clem picked me up around 8pm on Friday night and the moment we hit the road, we got stuck in a terrible traffic jam. In the rain.

I was starting to get moody cos i wanted to eat + i avoid Friday traffic like the plague + here we are braving this for Valentine’s Day dinner. But i kept quiet and waited… breathe in… breathe out… breathe in… … When we got to the restaurant, it didn’t turn out to be what Clem expected to be, tho what was sweet was that he looked for a vegetarian restaurant to bring me to cos i’m on this new healthy path and all. What was completely different on my side of things, was that because i thought we’re going out for dinner, i ate salads ALL DAY LONG to be good so i could enjoy dinner! (I’m not a full-blown vegetarian or anything, i’m just trying to have some balance.)

Clem looked pretty stricken that the restaurant thing didn’t pan out, but i thought it was pretty funny and we ordered away. I ate fish made out of soya (Gross. Sorry but i might as well eat the real thing), we both agreed that we don’t think we’ll ever return to that restaurant (cos the food wasn’t that great, or healthy to be honest).

We went for drinks at a bar after that, and had a good time talking when he made me open a present.
Me: “A present?! Whyyyy”
Clem: “It’s not a big thing. Please, it’s nothing…”

He didn’t look too pleased that the restaurant didn’t work out, and now a present that he SAID was nothing. I was quite sure it couldn’t be that bad and i’d like it. So i opened it and it was an ozonizer (to purify fruits and veggies) which thankfully, i know about and would use. The only weird thing about the ozonizer was that all the words on the box and in the manual were in Mandarin (which i know nothing of) and i figured i could just get someone to translate it for me. So i said ohhh thanks so much! i’d totally use this! and he was all ohhh i’m sorry it’s so shitty, this whole night is so shitty bla bla bla and i convinced him it’s really NOT shitty and i would SO use it (and i meant it!).

We put it aside, had a great night and went home pretty late where we hung out some more.

Then i spotted a LARGE BOX on the floor wrapped in nice paper and sparkle (which he admitted he ‘borrowed’ from my art corner). I was like WHAT’S THIS!? and opened it to find… a Hurom slow juicer. A very nice top-of-the-line juicer that i’ve been wanting to steal from my parents’ house.

Turns out Clem’s brilliant idea was to:
A) take me to a nice restaurant
B) trick me into accepting a crap present (that he actually got free with the juicer)
C) then giving me real present at home

At the end of the day, it was all REALLY SWEET of him and what counts is the effort. I was pretty happy for A and B alone but C was a big bonus 😀 Merci beaucoup baby 😀 😀 😀 (All i gave him was a shirt :p)

Today, he called me at work and was like, “Let’s go to – – – – for dinner on Thursday.”
Me: “Why Thursday? Why not Friday?”
Him: “Cos it’s our anniversary…”
Me: “OH.”

Thank god i’m not a guy.

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