Spoiled
Well, as if I didn’t do enough sweet talking about Alan yesterday, here’s another post to make the girls out there who read this jealous!As I posted yesterday, the 14th of November marked the one year “anniversary” of my relationship with Alan. We had talked about how we would celebrate and it was meant to be a low-key night including laundry and a chocolate fondue, though not necessarily in that order. It sounded nice and relaxing, but nothing overly fancy. Well… apparently Alan had other plans in mind, the sneaky bugger that he is.
I ended up working late (the only time, mind you, that I’ve had to do this since starting work in San Diego) and ended up getting home right around 6pm. Just as I was pulling into the parking lot Alan text messaged me and asked for my ETA. 3 minutes, I replied.
When I got to the apartment grumbling to myself that I hated to do laundry on a night like this and wondering whether Alan had started, I found the apartment door locked, which is unusual if we know the other person is going to be coming home in short order. So, I opened the door and there was Alan, standing in a suit, holding a dozen roses. If my jaw didn’t drop, at the very least, I dropped my bag. Naturally I was a little stunned, but in a great way. He came over and gave me a ‘hello’ kiss, but wouldn’t hand me the roses. He looked really nervous. He asked for a hug so naturally I gave him one. Then, he gave me the “Squeezie squeezie”.
What, you ask, is a “squeezie squeezie?” Well, while it’s adorable to us, it’ll likely sound very strange to your readers, but I’ll explain anyway. To those of you who are of a parental nature, my apologies. A “squeezie squeezie” is the somewhat sleazy reach-behind-and-squeeze-the-bum of your partner when you’re giving them a hug. It’s meant to be comical but it’s become somewhat common place in our lives. Sorry Mom, Dad, Christine, and all those people who don’t want to think about bum-touching.
So, after the hug, Alan kind of stands there, still holding the roses. Then he reaches in a gives me a “squeezie squeezie”. Then steps back.
“Aren’t you going to give me one?” he says.
Well, I don’t need to be told twice. So, in I go. Only I can’t squeezie squeezie. There’s something in the way. I know by the feel what it is.
“Oh, you’re in trouble” is the only thing I can think of to say but I’m still SUPER excited about what I’ve just found. A turquoise bag that can only mean one thing: Tiffany’s. Yes girls… Tiffany’s. Woot woot! I’m pretty sure I know what it is so I open it up and sure enough, it is what I think it is – the “Return to Tiffany’s New York” heart tag necklace that matches the bracelet he gave me just over a year ago.
So he’s still standing there. And I’m kind of like “What?” I’m not sure exactly what commenced after that because all I could think was “OMG, I didn’t get him anything”. And he’s all dressed up, and giving me jewelry. Man, I’m spoiled.
Turns out, he also made reservations to “Trattoria Acqua”, an Italian restaurant in La Jolla, right near the cove. So, I got myself all dressed up (including necklace and matching bracelet) and off we went for a wonderful dinner which included Brie and apples, chicken and broccolini, and bacon-wrapped quail (or Quaglie in Italian). After dinner walked along the cove, went down to the beach and taunted the waves to come get us wet. Didn’t really happen but it was a beautiful night to get out and enjoy the ocean. I have a tendency to forget where I live – but every so often on nights (or days) like yesterday, I get a sharp reminder that I live in California where it never gets cold and you can see seals just about any time you go to the beach.
So, in life, and in love… I’m spoiled. Don’t ya just hate me?!
posted by Meg @ 8:38 AM
5 Comments:
ok Braggy Braggerton, its a blog not a ... brag...
u're supposed to be angsty, hilarious or outright boring on a blog. You're new here so i'll cut you a break. For now!
Well, I'm glad I haven't come across as angsty or outright boring. Hilarious is coming... I hope. Besides, you're just jealous!
yeah... i wish i had a nice boyfriend like you do
Well... er... alright. I'll assume sarcasm! And I was teasing. Have a wicked weekend.
I wish I had a nice boyfriend. At this point, I'll take anything :p
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