Now that St. Valentine’s Day has passed into the good night of history for 2012, just wanted to do a quick update on Mr. Str8. He has gotten used to the buzz around being the subject of posts, and while he will never confirm this, it is my view that he has started to write his own dialogue. (at least in his head).
With his working until Monday, the 13th, he arrived late that night. And in passing, mentioned that it was Valentine’s, the very next day. I had decided to make an effort this year (last year we pretty much ignored it). I had a card, chocolates and a bottle of wine ready to
guilt give him.
While at work, I tease texted him:
Me: Happy Valentine’s Day again!
Mr. Str8: same to you
Me: And this is the romantic I never expected from you….
Mr. Str8: LOL
(this caused an eye twitch in my right eye, coupled with an eye roll, that popped a vein in my forehead)
After work, on the way home, I texted him regarding dinner. I was hoping to actually get a dinner out, as I was
plotting hoping that by the inequity of my surprise gift, he would concede to finally going out for a real restaurant dinner. And by text:
(Footnote: with the city in a transit strike, I am carpooling with the only co-worker who lives in the sad, far far away bedroom community I am standed in. He is pretty much a straight version of Mr. Str8 -from the same general area in Cape Breton, with the same general mentality- and we were en route to Costco, to buy his girlfriend roses)
Me: so wats for dinner?
Str8: I dont know, wat r u making for me?
Me: and I was thinking u werent gonna be romantic, silly me….
Str8: anything u want?
Me: maybe we ll just eat watever, and go out for dinner tomrw?
Str8: (after a pause) well, dont feel to go out tonight, we ll see about tomorrow
Me: ok, great…then delivery tonight? Had pizza at work for lunch, so no pizza
Str8: what else is there? Fine, how about Chinese?
Me: Yes please. lol
Str8: Since I am starving, and feel like Chinese, we will get Chinese.
So, we ended up ordering in, and without complaint. I tried to pull for better material, but to no avail. Safe to say, there wasn’t much conversation.