So I’m not sure how many of you have figured this out but I am not a terribly romantic person. I don’t plan or really respond to grand gestures of the romantic kind. It’s not that I don’t find the idea quite sweet, I do but….just not built that way I guess. So when planning what to do to celebrate National Love Day I just told the hubby, “No flowers, no gifts, let’s just have lunch atTracy’s and get our toes did” needless to say, he was down for the idea. Even the getting our toes done together was not a gesture of spending time with each other as much as it was something that we both needed to get done…see, told you…not romantic.
We tossed back maybe one too many cocktails at lunch, him watching golf and me drunk texting back and forth with a few friends. We finished our very tasty bar food, (Tracy’s food is just damn good. Not refined in the least but delicious without a doubt) drained our last drink, the last drink that came after the, “This is the last one” and emerged from the belly of a windowless bar on an unusually hot Sunday afternoon. The sun beat down on my black shirt intensifying my buzz and assisting the gin in making me feel really sleepy. The massage chairs at the nail joint taking it even farther, I was in essence a puddle by the time we walked up to our screen door and that was when I saw it.
A red and white gift bag covered in tiny hearts, a gift from my little boyfriend across the way….dude, dude. I opened it to find…..
My very own Flo, (From the movie Cars) to play with on our dinner dates, a writing utensil and a heart shaped sucker….and I thought I was a puddle before? This kid man, he’s just wreckin’ me. Gin and tonics, fifty cent pork tacos, hearty sandwiches, feet plunged into hot water while a chair rocked my body and a grand gesture from my favorite tiny person….loved it and days like this may just change my idea about all that romance junk.