Well, as predicted, Valentine's will be spent with the people that matter most - my friends. Whilst chatting to the boyf last night, I casually asked him if he was planning to train (for rugby) on Thursday night. Now I know this is a trick question, but he ought to be alert to these types of things. He said yes, and I could expect to see him after 10pm. After about 10 minutes, the penny dropped. "Oh yeah, it's Valentine's Day on Thursday"
"Good job I don't believe in Valentine's Day" I reply.
Now, I know my approach to life is to expect the worst and things can only get better, but every now and then I'd like to be surprised. Like last year, the guy I was shacked up with (but we were not NOT a couple) gave me a tiny thimble (or 'kiss', according to Peter Pan) and a humorous sketch of himself naked. Now that was nice! And even though I don't celebrate my birthday he insisted on rallying all my friends and planning a really big event for it. And it was lovely. This year, I'm saying "I don't really celebrate my birthday" and I'm met with "No, neither do I". And I know that this is the bit about women that mystefies men: we expect surprises but don't expect to ask for them. And we all firmly believe that if men spent as much time thinking about us as they say they do, they'd instinctively know when to pull the cat out of the bag and when we actually do just want to be left alone. It's not being psychic, it's developing an understanding of the person you're supposed to care about. If friends can get it so right, how can partners get it so wrong?
Having said all this, it would just be my luck to be woken up on Thursday morning with a beautiful bouquet and breakfast in bed, but as the chances of that happening are slim to none, I shall enjoy this time of reflection and being a miserable old cow!!
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