Valentine's Day 2006
So yes, I had a very nice Valentine's Day this year, complete with all the requisite chocolates, roses, wine, and lovin'. Sky picked me up from work and we stayed in for the evening-- we made cheese and pepperoni tortellini, garlic toast, and strawberry empanadas. We ate in candlelight. We were disgustingly cute.
Exhibit A: Bogle petit syrah, pretty chocolates, red roses,
and InterCourses: An Aphrodesiac Cookbook.
I got the Godiva G Collection.
Look how pretty!
I had the apple pie flavor last night, and it was wonderful.
I can't wait to try the rest.
And I got Skyler a box of Vosges exotic truffles.
Wasabi, curry, and paprika flavorings were among the selections.
We spent a little time being goofy.
"I charge you to get one good, flattering picture of me tonight," he said.
"Okay," I said.
Heh. This is obviously not what he meant.
And then he pouted.
"I get hit on by gay men a lot," he says. "I'm a straight man. I pretty much act like a straight man.
I just look just like a gay man."
Looking over my pictures of the evening, I realize that he is exactly right.
Oh well, I always did like my men just a smidge effeminate.
And my makeup! I did pink in the spirit of girlish goofiness. I think it looks cute.
There were tickle fights that left us both lauging so hard we had to gasp for air, there was L Word watching (he gets into it, yelling at the characters and everything), there were gushy words of mushiness, and there was, of course, the hot sexin'. I couldn't imagine having a more fun, giggly Valentine's Day. Everything was perfect.
Exhibit A: Bogle petit syrah, pretty chocolates, red roses,
and InterCourses: An Aphrodesiac Cookbook.
I got the Godiva G Collection.
Look how pretty!
I had the apple pie flavor last night, and it was wonderful.
I can't wait to try the rest.
And I got Skyler a box of Vosges exotic truffles.
Wasabi, curry, and paprika flavorings were among the selections.
We spent a little time being goofy.
"I charge you to get one good, flattering picture of me tonight," he said.
"Okay," I said.
Heh. This is obviously not what he meant.
And then he pouted.
"I get hit on by gay men a lot," he says. "I'm a straight man. I pretty much act like a straight man.
I just look just like a gay man."
Looking over my pictures of the evening, I realize that he is exactly right.
Oh well, I always did like my men just a smidge effeminate.
And my makeup! I did pink in the spirit of girlish goofiness. I think it looks cute.
There were tickle fights that left us both lauging so hard we had to gasp for air, there was L Word watching (he gets into it, yelling at the characters and everything), there were gushy words of mushiness, and there was, of course, the hot sexin'. I couldn't imagine having a more fun, giggly Valentine's Day. Everything was perfect.