valentine

I remain suspicious of compulsory romance and strongly supportive of presents. #

Valentine’s Day with Yuri. Dinner first, somewhere properly nice, and yes I wore pink because at this point the alternative would actually have required effort. He gave me something beautiful and I’m not saying exactly what because this is where I become boring and old fashioned about privacy. People can know we went to dinner. They can know he calls me Bambolina. They can know he waits while I get ready and complains about the amount of time I spend shopping and steals my water in clubs. They don’t need every private thing simply because I happen to own a blog. I have never understood that logic.

We went dancing afterwards and it was house at first, techno later, which is becoming my favourite kind of night. At one point he leaned over and said `”Happy Valentine’s Day”` while I was staring at the DJ instead of him. Excellent girlfriend behaviour. I kissed him, so I think the situation recovered.

Remember me, Eclipse.