I'd like the world to think that I gagged and possibly threw up a little in my mouth when I opened my front door to find him wielding a dozen roses upon his arrival to take me to a romantic dinner at the nicest restaurant in town. I didn't. I had a big dumb grin plastered across my face.
Dating is going to be rough for a while after this. It'll be even tougher when I get fat off all those pints of decadent ice cream I was talking about.
Apparently a romantic gesture like buying roses isn't a big enough deal, so more was done and now it's going to be really hard to replace this one. He left early this morning and I anticipate I'll start the missing later today. Feel free to gag at my gushy post.