What Greg Means: I wanna have sex on Valentine's Day, just like every other day.
What I say I want for Valentine's Day: Nothin' really. Don't waste money, Sugar Bump. Maybe we can Red Box something.
What I mean: I would love flowers, in a pot. That will never die. And chocolates, not the cheap crap, the really smooth kind, and white. Also, let's go to a play, either a lovey dovey one or something that will make me cry. Oh, and we should go to a restaurant. One I like. Sushi or seafood baby, you pick. And I would LOVE it it you get me some super hot underthings I can wear for 5 minutes before I give you your Valentine's Day gift. And lets get a hotel room. With a HOT TUB! And let's make out in the car, too. And let's go to another country.
3 Brilliant Bits of Inspiration:
I hope that Greg realizes that by giving you your gift which is all really good foreplay and increases the anticipation, that his gift will be OH SO much better.
Happy Valentining!
Another good blog entry.
I warned my wife (just like I warned my previous romantic interests) that I would take her at her word. If she tells me she doesn't want me to do anything, then I won't.
But she's very practical. She has a gift list that she encourages me (and anyone else) to use, and she also insists on switching from year to year who is reponsible for planning the special occassions.
We have an anniversary close to Valentine's Day, so we celebrate on that anniversary instead, thereby avoiding crowds.
OK, this really did, literally, make me laugh out loud! Because Greg is right: that's really all they want.
Me...I want jewelry. Or nuthin'.
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