My girl and I met a week before valentine's day so she's always expected it to be a week-long celebration. Yesterday, I took off work to clean the whole house while she went shopping with her girlfriend, I prepared an elaborate dinner with beef wellington and a balsamic reduction, roasted Brussels sprouts, and crème brulee. When she got home I gave her a foot massage, and when dinner was about to start she gave hers to the dog. Instead, she went into her special box and ate a skittle from this nasty 10 year old bag that has about 4 stale skittles in it. She reminded me that I haven't really been there for her or communicated with her the way that she needs and that was why she couldn't eat dinner.

I apologized for being so boneheaded and unkind and cleaned up while she watched her favorite shows and then she called me in to let me know she was hungry and that I should do something about it. I reminded her that I'd been paying for her doordash and grubhub and ubereats and that she should just order whatever she wanted. She said what she wanted wasn't on there. She wanted fresh fish and chips from the pier, veggie pakras from the Indian restaurant in south bay, and maple fudge ice cream from Walkermann's creamery.

I got back about two and half hours later and she was asleep. I tried to wake her and she screamed at me to go fuck myself, but you know how girls can be when they are sleeping. I took advantage of her sleeping to prepare and wrap the presents I had lined up for the rest of the week. She woke up about 9:30 and I told her I had a present for her, and presented her with the white gold and emerald earrings I had custom designed for her. I think I saw a glint of delight in her eye before she tossed them on the counter. I asked if she wanted her food, but she said it looked cold and gross and she didn't feel like ice cream anymore. She told me to take off my clothes, get on my knees and show her my asshole. (Maybe we were finally going to do butt stuff!)

A minute later I was ready. But instead of starting right away, she got on video chat with her friends, and then we all started playing fun games like having me screech like a monkey, or ballooning out my anus. A few minutes later she started dolling herself up with fancy hair and makeup, lace stockings, and a smoking hot cocktail dress I didn't even know she had. Then she said, "Don't move. I'll be right back." I am still waiting. She looked so hot. I'm so cold and my knees and hips are so sore, but I'm so excited about the surprise. It's only been 14 hours, I'm sure she'll be back soon.