It's Valentines Day apparently. Bearhands and I have never made a big deal about it. I suspect this is because our very first Valentines Day almost derailed our whole show. We had only been dating a month when Valentines Day rolled around. We made plans to share a seafood picnic at a picturesque part of Brisbane. Then Bearhands headed out for a night with his mates.
The wheels started to wobble.
When he phoned to tell me the story, it involved inebriation and disorientation, a bus ride and a lost wallet. No problem, I said. The picnic was my shout. I'd pop over to his place and we'd head off.
The wheels started to leave the track.
When I arrived to pick Bearhands up for our date, he had a glazed appearance. A kiss revealed serious beer breath. Then he said the words that every bird wants to hear on Valentines Day "Come in. Benny and I are having a beer on the deck!" Benny?
Bust my buffers!
And so our first Valentines Day was spent on the deck of Bearhands' share house where he, Benny (a beer rep and a handy bloke to know) and I shared a carton of beer and split a packet of chips.
The following day, I began to worry. Where were my prawns? Had the romance stopped? Had I tossed up the cat too early?* Bearhands had been giving good woo up to that point. I sure didn't want it to stop! I told him my concerns regarding his access to free milk - lots and lots of milk back then - and his lease agreement of the cow. We reenacted Valentines Day the following week and Bearhands redeemed himself, which was lucky for me. I hear it's pretty hard to re-bag a pussy after it's been tossed.
Fellows, the moral of this
mishmash of metaphors Valentines Day story is this: Ladies rarely wish to spend Valentines listening to you and your mates sink stubbies and shoot the breeze. Do so and you may find yourself out of milk on a train bound for nowhere.
* tossing up the cat code for giving away the milk.
No actual felines were thrown during our courtship.
ever had a shocker valentine?