My boyfriend and I have had one Valentine’s Day. For our very first Valentine’s day together, I told him I wanted the whole she-bang. Dinner at Morton’s (fancy, I know), red roses, and a movie (Toy Story 3). It was lovely. Ever since then, we decided not to have that kind of V-day again since it is 1) cheesy, and 2) expensive.
This year, with big girl pay check, I wanted to get him something special. Because he’s special. Cue vomiting.