I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day a day in my life. It’s not that I think the holiday is ridiculous, it’s just never been something I’ve been too fond of. I don’t even know the exact reason — maybe because society influences people to overdo it or make it an obligation to spend exuberant amounts of money for one day. Or maybe because I’ve always felt that I’ve never had a reason. I’m not sure. The guy doesn’t really celebrate it either, but we did decide to go out to eat.
Like any other day and at random, the guy sneaks out early in the morning, or while out grabbing groceries, and picks up flowers for me. I think it’s one of the sweetest things that he does knowing that I absolutely love flowers. I’m not a big fan of roses, but he always seems to find the perfect combination of colors that allows me to appreciate their beauty. So Sunday morning, while in DEEP sleep, he pulls my hair, plays in my nose, etc. all to wake me up to a cute little bouquet, balloon, and a card. Completely going against his no-gifts agreement.
I had previously made reservations with Rodizio’s so many times so he could get the experience of that type of restaurant and each time, something came up that preventing us from making the hour trek. So yes, I decided to ignore the agreement as well and treat him to this experience.
He got dressed rather quickly and he looked absolutely gorgeous. I never tell him but I love to see him dressed up. I know I definitely need to be more verbal about things like this. We make it to Rodizio’s and we stuff our faces with everything that came to our table. It shocked me because when it comes to trying new foods, he isn’t one to jump at the chance. It was nice that he was being daring when it came down to the chicken hearts with a lime slice.
But this made me think more about how we need to date each other more. We spend most of our time binge watching shows on the weekends and not really getting out of the house. And I’m realizing how important it is to put forth effort to get cute, get out, and have some fun. I don’t know what it is, but it seems like when we’re out, he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world, I swear I just fall deeper and deeper in love with him all over again. So I’m making sure that we get out the house at least twice a week. Just for us to be in a different ambiance enjoying each other and the love that we have for one another. Because if being in a different environment can bring on these feelings, why would I object to having the chance to fall in love over and over and over again?