Gift Meltdown
Well, Valentine's Day came and went with a near miss of a meltdown. I wasn't kidding when I said I didn't know what to get the Rascal. For Christmas someone suggested I get him lingerie. I said, "That's no good. I'm what men commonly refer to as a white cotton panty kind of a girl." My friend was quick to remind me " Um, Irish? Have you forgotten the time you got drunk at the bar and showed everyone your leopard print bra?" Just the same, I never have considered buying lingerie for myself as being a gift for someone else. So for Christmas I got him a computer gadget and a couple other non-lingerie gifts.
Valentine’s Day is a different story. It’s a holiday designed specifically for persons who do not normally tell each other how they feel about one another. It’s a day for love. It’s a Hallmark holiday waiting to explode in your face like a gun that may or may not be loaded and good luck to ya!
So two days ago I’m standing in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room thinking to myself-this is not a gift. This is definitely a non-gift item. This…this actually doesn’t look half bad; I wonder if it comes in black. How is this a gift? It’s for me. He can’t wear it. Although… No. Fuck it, he’s getting candy.
As it turns out, Valentine’s was perfect this year. The Rascal bought Angelbaby and I each a box of chocolate and a card. Then he let Angelbaby help decide on a restaurant and took us to see Curious George.
Now that just leaves 3 months till his birthday and then I will be safe from gift meltdown until next Christmas.