Much as I love the missus, I'm beginning to suspect that Valentine's day is not the bilateral exchange of love tokens it's cracked up to be. First of all, there's the gift giving. I bought her a card, a bottle of champagne, a dozen roses, some expensive dipping chocolate, a 50 shades of grey game, and a meal in a top class restaurant. She bought me a card and two t-shirts. (Don't ask!) I was happy enough with that.
Then when we arrived at the restaurant I was chatting to the lady behind the bar and it turns out that apart from a gay couple (female) every table last night had been booked by a bloke.
Now I'm not particularly bothered about it but the fact is I'm >£250 out of pocket compared to her £40 (est)
It's her birthday next week and she's hinting at a weekend skiing trip. A weekend? How much is that going to set me back? Flights are flights no matter how long you stay, plus ski & boot hire, lift passes and a hotel.
I'm a generous person by nature, but now I think about it I'm starting to think that she's taking the piss. Sure I like the sex, but that happens anyway and I'm thinking Quent actually gets a better deal than me on a purely transactional basis. Good job I love the woman.
In a similar vein, I bought the 50 shades of grey game in the Ann Summers shop in Norwich and the girl at the till asked me if I'd like to buy a "Mr Grey tie". I'm thinking whip at this point. I said "OK show me then" and she produced a bog standard grey tie, heavily priced. I asked what it does and she said "you wear it". Really?