Being in my presence on Valentines for the last 23 years is not good idea - I was always the unfortunate single and dateless. Even my support group - a tub full of 100% milk, fat, chocolate chips and cookie dough EST 1986 - didn't help much on this very day.
To give you a clearer idea of my inevitable transformation come February 14th, a friend sent me this sms despite knowing that I'm now attached:
"Dear God, please let Amirah have a wonderful Valentine night. Because she cannot cannot cannot launch herself into self destructive mode. Amin."
Yes, this year was different. I am attached and for his betterment and health, I earnestly warned him days before that I will turn into Miss Evil Kernivel should he come up with a stupid excuse for not celebrating this day of pure and innocent love (hah!) even if he cited religious beliefs and anti-commercialisation as reasons. He knew clearly that to make the slightest error would mean opening up the eighth circle of hell.
And congrats love! You nailed it. I loved my Vdae! Chocolate martinis atop Loof with you was perfect. So how about we try professing our undying love (hah!) while skydiving* next year? Wheee... ok, is that like pee in your pants?*He has a fear of heights.
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