You might remember that last year, I was sorely disappointed in GPOM's and my Valentine's Day. This year, I told him well in advance that the day was coming. What I finally received, LAST FRIDAY, was a package with a couple of novelties and the stuff I'd need to do his taxes.
ROMANCE.
GPOM got me a scarf and a bracelet. I was terribly offended. Really, can you imagine me in a scarf? The bracelet I more understood, as it was hard plastic with dead bugs in it. GPOM loves that sort of thing. But, still, a scarf? I fumed for the evening, and then talked with GPOM the next day. He asked me if I liked the scarf, and I scattered around, trying to find a way to say NO NO NO while saying that yes, I did.
"Duly noted," was his reply and he sounded so disillusioned.
Later, he asked me if I sniffed the scarf. As I had not, and it never occurred to me to do such, I told him so. He told me then that he had scented it with his cologne. Yeah, right, it came in plastic wrap, I thought, and went to bed. The next morning I decided to test my theory and discovered that it smelled just as his Miracle does. Not quite the same - let's be honest - because that scent meshes with his body chemistry and creates a different aroma.
But tonight I apologized, because I should never assume. Nor should I add to those presumptions any sort of blame. Tonight we're in a better place. Honesty - scary. Tough. Sometimes too easy. Lessons - good. He loves me.
I might need your help to remind me to tread lightly, k?
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So I guess I wasn't much help when I shared your shock at the dead bug bracelet. But maybe I know you better. Women tend to pick up on each other's wants better than men. Sigh. (Wishing I could be a lesbian...)
At least the cologne on the scarf was an attempt at being thoughtful. Had he been thinking like a woman, he would have sprayed himself with the cologne and then worn the scarf for a few hours. That would have been better. But still, it was an attempt.
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