Galentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day

It was an awfully busy week with Galentine’s Day and Valentine’s Day.   One of these holidays involved exchanging gifts with a three course meal at a fancy restaurant and the other one was Valentine’s Day.

I have yet to watch Parks and Recreation (though it perpetually lives towards the beginning of my Netflix queue), but I understand the show officially launched Galentine’s Day, as a holiday for ladies to celebrate with ladies.  One night lask week, I met up with a wonderful group of gals for a great dinner (it started with fried cheese and ended with a giant bowl of chocolate mousse…nuff said). We also exchanged gifts such as: socks that said “smitten kitten,” owl themed chocolates, and sparkly stickers.  It was an evening that embodied true love.

Then for Valentine’s Day,  Him #2 and I decided to spend the night in, partially because it was as cold as psychically possible outside and the relationship seems too new for anything elaborate.  I mean, I haven’t really ever thought about Valentine’s Day so it feels weird to start thinking it’s special now.  We also talked about no gifts–we just wanted to spend time together.

Him #2 was cat sitting for his sister ? so we decided to do Valentine’s at her place.  He bought the ingredients for the entrée and I brought a homemade apple pie.  This pie is approximately 95% butter and it is delicious–it was the first recipe that I asked my mom for when I left home (because I have my priorities straight).  He also picked up a dozen red roses.

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I’ve never really had a Valentine before (other than my furever Valentines) and I’ve never had a man buy me roses.  I was smitten. After eating literally all the pie, we proceeded to engage in Netflix and chill, followed by extreme hibernation.  It was the most perfect Valentine’s Day.

 

The next day, a few things happened.  First, he told me that his sister found out that I had stayed over her place and she was not happy that he hadn’t told her.  I told him that if my brother were to do something like that (and my brother would probably totally do something like that), I’d be mad so we should do something nice to make up for the annoyance.  After a late brunch, we picked up a frozen entree from a good takeout place and some dessert from a local bakery.  I also grabbed a thank you card from my stash.  While I contemplated writing:

I didn’t realize your brother didn’t ask for permission to have me over.  He’s a jerk, but you should forgive him because we got you dinner and dessert.

I, instead, went with a straight thank you for letting us spend Valentine’s Day at your place and your cats are cute.  Who can stay mad at someone who leaves you food and compliments your cats?  I guess we’ll find out.

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Second, he repeatedly praised my pie and begged for the recipe.  He told me that he’s only dating me for the pie, so I refused to share the recipe.  I also told him that I had made the pie for Him #1 and he didn’t seem to really like it.  He was indignant on my behalf and asked me to immediately text Him #1 to tell him that he’s a douche bag.  I declined, but it was awfully cute.

 

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Later, he asked me if I would drop in with him to say hi to his parents again and I hesitated.  We’ve talked a bit about the status of our relationship and he has said that he isn’t ready to call me his girlfriend just yet.  I hesitated because he was asking me to do something that a girlfriend does, but he is also telling me that he isn’t ready for the title so I am becoming confused about where I stand and just want clarity.  After some thinking out loud, he said that he really is ready to call me his girlfriend so that’s what I am now.

I feel like he may deserve a new name here.  Thoughts?

 

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