You know you’re in love when...
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sparkindarknessYou are able to think “awww, that’s so sweet” and “I’m going to kill him slowly, oh yes.” at the same time.
Beloved surprised me today with a magnificent romantic gesture! It was planned, it was sweet, it was wonderful, it reminded me of all the many reasons I love him. The execution... well, had some problems, shall we say, but that also reminded me of how much I love him :) (he is currently asleep since he is one of those weird people who likes to sleep at night not during the day)
The plan: to request a lift from me (easily managed since Beloved’s car, despite being far newer than my dear Besty, runs on wishful thinking, elastic bands and silly putty and spends more time being repaired than it ever spends actually running). When I arrive to collect him, I find he is in front of a fancy restaurant where he has reserved a table for 2 and a big bottle of wine for a wonderful, romantic surprise dinner :) because life has been kind of shitty this year and it’s time to start the new year as we intend it to continue.
This sounds wonderful. And just thinking that he has gone to this trouble makes me all warm and fuzzy inside
There were, however, problems.
Problem 1: Yesterday was Saimhain. I am a pagan. I celebrated. Today I was kinda tired and washed out
Problem 2: To arrange for me to arrive at the right time and not be suspicious he had to give me one time then pretend to be 2 hours late. A 2 hour wait for a phone call (and stops you Raiding Sunwell, I might add) does not put Sparky in the good news (of course, the contrast between “he’s DEAD!” and “awwwww, sweet” is kinda fun)
But here’s the doozy. PROBLEM 3: I am at home and don’t intend to go out all day. I am tired, manky and very very grumpy. I am summoned to collect Beloved (finally) so run out the door to get there and home quickly (especting a 30-40min drive). I arrive and find myself at a swanky restaurant..
...
.. Dressed in wrinkly, wooly sweatpants, a tshirt I grabbed off the floor and ratty trainers with holes in. No socks. Oh, and I haven’t brushed my hair. The restaurant, to really rub it in, is a black tie affair.
Let me make this clear, I am now expected to sit in a restaurant looking like a scarecrow that has been molested by a hurricane and hasn’t seen an iron in 4 weeks.
In the end we did go in and we did eat (after I scavenged in my car for something to repair my appearance - always be prepared for grooming emergencies!) after all, he’d really tried to make this massive wonderful thing that earns him eternal brownie points FOREVER* I couldn’t walk out on that.
It was a romantic, fun, heart warming night. But I have never been so self conscious before. I’m hoping I pulled off either “trend setter” or “delightful eccentric” but I fear “street prostitute in charity shop clothes” is the best I can hope for. The meal was wonderful, the conversation scintillating, the footsie interesting, atmosphere amazing (cripping self-consciousness aside) and all in all it was the best quality "us" time we've spent in too long
*NB “forever” in this context means “until he does something to annoy me.” Naturally.
Beloved surprised me today with a magnificent romantic gesture! It was planned, it was sweet, it was wonderful, it reminded me of all the many reasons I love him. The execution... well, had some problems, shall we say, but that also reminded me of how much I love him :) (he is currently asleep since he is one of those weird people who likes to sleep at night not during the day)
The plan: to request a lift from me (easily managed since Beloved’s car, despite being far newer than my dear Besty, runs on wishful thinking, elastic bands and silly putty and spends more time being repaired than it ever spends actually running). When I arrive to collect him, I find he is in front of a fancy restaurant where he has reserved a table for 2 and a big bottle of wine for a wonderful, romantic surprise dinner :) because life has been kind of shitty this year and it’s time to start the new year as we intend it to continue.
This sounds wonderful. And just thinking that he has gone to this trouble makes me all warm and fuzzy inside
There were, however, problems.
Problem 1: Yesterday was Saimhain. I am a pagan. I celebrated. Today I was kinda tired and washed out
Problem 2: To arrange for me to arrive at the right time and not be suspicious he had to give me one time then pretend to be 2 hours late. A 2 hour wait for a phone call (and stops you Raiding Sunwell, I might add) does not put Sparky in the good news (of course, the contrast between “he’s DEAD!” and “awwwww, sweet” is kinda fun)
But here’s the doozy. PROBLEM 3: I am at home and don’t intend to go out all day. I am tired, manky and very very grumpy. I am summoned to collect Beloved (finally) so run out the door to get there and home quickly (especting a 30-40min drive). I arrive and find myself at a swanky restaurant..
...
.. Dressed in wrinkly, wooly sweatpants, a tshirt I grabbed off the floor and ratty trainers with holes in. No socks. Oh, and I haven’t brushed my hair. The restaurant, to really rub it in, is a black tie affair.
Let me make this clear, I am now expected to sit in a restaurant looking like a scarecrow that has been molested by a hurricane and hasn’t seen an iron in 4 weeks.
In the end we did go in and we did eat (after I scavenged in my car for something to repair my appearance - always be prepared for grooming emergencies!) after all, he’d really tried to make this massive wonderful thing that earns him eternal brownie points FOREVER* I couldn’t walk out on that.
It was a romantic, fun, heart warming night. But I have never been so self conscious before. I’m hoping I pulled off either “trend setter” or “delightful eccentric” but I fear “street prostitute in charity shop clothes” is the best I can hope for. The meal was wonderful, the conversation scintillating, the footsie interesting, atmosphere amazing (cripping self-consciousness aside) and all in all it was the best quality "us" time we've spent in too long
*NB “forever” in this context means “until he does something to annoy me.” Naturally.
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Date: 2008-11-02 02:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-07 11:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 03:12 am (UTC)You are able to think “awww, that’s so sweet” and “I’m going to kill him slowly, oh yes.” at the same time."
You've described true love quite perfectly.
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Date: 2008-11-08 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 03:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 05:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-08 03:05 pm (UTC)Going to a swanky restaurant when I look less than fabulous will forever haunt me
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Date: 2008-11-02 04:41 am (UTC)I just have something in my eye. Don't mind me.
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Date: 2008-11-08 03:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 06:05 am (UTC)Tell him next time put one of your suits and a hairbrush in his car, just in case.
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Date: 2008-11-08 03:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-02 06:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-08 03:10 pm (UTC)When someone goes to all that trouble, well, even if it diodn't go as plan you can't back out :)
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Date: 2008-11-02 08:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-08 03:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-03 11:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-08 03:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-03 04:31 pm (UTC)*jealous* wish I had someone to dote on me in such a way....
^_^
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Date: 2008-11-08 03:10 pm (UTC)If only he'd dote on my wardrobe as well
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Date: 2008-11-03 08:50 pm (UTC)You are able to think “awww, that’s so sweet” and “I’m going to kill him slowly, oh yes.” at the same time."
this.
also, awww. that is really painfully sweet. =)
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Date: 2008-11-08 03:11 pm (UTC)Tnankee, it was stellar idea if somewhat lacking in execution