So Valentine's Day is fast approaching. Probably one of the shittiest days to pass you by when you're single; the shops are filled with heart, cards, 'romantic' chocolates and everything pink & red. It's just a crappy reminder that you're alone and you have nobody to shower you with love!
This year is different, in the fact that i've actually got another half - who'd a thought it? (Who woulda thought, woulda thought, woulda thought it? Who woulda thought life could be this way? BANDITS!) Getting back on track, to say that I now have somebody in my life to be showered with love and valentines surprises makes me feel awesome! However, it doesn't actually mean that I will be showered with love and valentines surprises. This is the boy who once said "I thought about getting you flowers but then decided not to" - Apparently it's the thought that counts. I have only ever received 1 rose on valentines and I practically forced Dave to buy it for me at a cheap flower stall at Reading Train Station. And they say romance is dead. Tell I lie, I once received the most beautiful bouquet of flowers at work when I was at The Listening Company. It came with a note which said "Emily" and then it had a load of drivel signed by "Nick". Well at that time, I didn't know anybody called Nick (to be fair, I still don't but that's not the point) and I had serious doubts on that they were for me. Apparently I was the only Emily on the 4th floor so they had to be for me. In the end, after trying to track down any other Emilys in the building I did find another Emily and she adamantly said she definitely didn't know anybody called Nick and that they must be for me. Even thought I knew they were definitely not for me, I had no choice but to take them home, being stared at the whole way on the train with this huge bunch of flowers covering my entire face. So the next morning there is a bang at the door, a very angry florist lady who proceeds to shout at me for taking these flowers home. Queue me handing her back the snipped flowers in a tesco carried bag. As you can see my track record with flowers is not great. Perhaps that is why Jay only thought about it but didn't actually end up getting any, haha!
Needless to say whatever happens on Valentines, this time last year I was walking Millie Dog on the hill and that is where we first met up for a chat - Millie ended up taking a chunk out of his finger but I guess that's what you get for trying to take her ball off of her :-) Next weekend it'll be exactly a year together, that is lonnnng for me, so we're going to Loch Fyne and for cocktails - I canny wait!
I sincerely hope all the singletons out there looking for love find it sometime soon. I actually don't care how queer this sounds - love is awesome! xoxo
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