another v day
Jude: Mama, let’s go home early and drop by the flower shop so you can pick your flowers, ha?
Me to myself: Yeah, right. That sounds so romantic and exciting like picking food bits stuck in your rusty brackets.
Me out loud: I’ve told you, I do not want flowers. So forget it.
I shared the story to my officemates and they all had a good laugh. “Was he joking?” Not in the least. Shall I say, Jude is one of those few people who, when they try to do something romantic, the result is either catastrophic or comic. I think the only thing he is good at is writing me love letters. His letters were always so candid and well, they melted my brains from so much lust and love. No kidding.
9:30 PM - Thirty minutes after I got home, he arrived. I was busy giving instructions to a coworker on night shift. He brought me a bottle of Merlot and chocolates and then complained the rest of the evening of how long the queues were to the confectioneries and how difficult it was to get a cab. He ate half of the chocolate. It was 85% cocoa. I had my fill of alcohol (a few sips) and played the grateful mistress role the rest of the evening. The kids went hyper from all the serotonin boost.