One step forward, three steps back

I have always been more anti-Valentine's Day than not. I can't recall a really super V-Day after 1999. As the years went on, I grew to resent the holiday and everything it has become. I want someone to buy me a card, flowers or gifts because they truly care, not because some day in February makes them feel obligated. That said, I was still secretly hoping I would get SOMETHING from Boo for Valentine's Day...a card, a kiss, a vibrating cock ring.

He didn't even wish me a Happy Valentine's Day.

AND, I didn't get any lovin' this weekend either. Granted, Aunt Flo does put a damper on those particular activities, and Boo's shower stall is painfully small, so it was either bjs all weekend or nothing. I'm selfish sometimes, so I opted for nothing. Well, I also have TMJ which makes excessive use of my jaw kind of painful, but regardless, if I wasn't getting this weekend, I wasn't giving either. Yep, I can be a spoiled brat.

I left a card for Boo when I left his house this morning. I had written it out to give to him Friday night, but I totally forgot. It is the perfect Valentine's Day card ever. To sum it up, it basically says I like you a lot, but not quite in the I-wanna-have-your-babies way. And that is actually a direct line from the card. I do really like him. A LOT. But it's not love yet, and that card summed it up for me perfectly. And maybe it will instill a little bit of guilt for not even wishing me a Happy Valentine's Day.

Other good side stories of the weekend:

Friday night, we went to a new bar/club in town that serves sushi. They were having a "hook-up party" where you chose different color bracelets according to your status. They had green bracelets for horny, yellow meant down for anything, blue meant in a relationship, etc. As the doorman explained the colors to us, I couldn't help but smile in anticipation of what color Boo was going to pick. I knew he wouldn't pick the blue. He decided on yellow and I did the same. Chicken.

Boo finally bit the bullet and bought a new washer and dryer. A few weekends back, I did all of his laundry, including sheets and comforters. Well, the dryer sucks so badly that it singed one of his comforters. I felt awful, even though it technically wasn't my fault. I convinced him that the dryer was dangerous and he needed new appliances. He almost bought a full kitchen appliance package, but he decided to wait until he got new cabinets.

The end.