8am: Oh goody, it's Valentine's Day. Wonder what Jon is going to get me? Maybe the postman will come knocking with a surprise bouquet, or another box of some sweet treats, or maybe Jon won't get me anything, shan't place high hopes on getting our relationship gratified. Maybe should execute surprise for Jon instead. I do love him very much, Valentine's is just another excuse to show some love.
10am: Back in office. Good news and bad news. Good news - Miranda decided to grant everybody at office the afternoon off, very sweet move. Bad news is Miranda can't make it for business meeting on 24th AKA. day commemorating first month with Jon, and would like me to go in her place. Can't say no, part of duties to fulfill. Gutted, don't know which is worse, missing Valentine's or missing first month in relationship.
Praying Jon doesn't scream at me.
Insecurities starting to plague.
2pm: Decided to pop by stationery shop and get Jon a Valentine's card, hopefully suffices. Thrilled to find a bunch of roses lying by the doorstep. Jon! Gleefully picked it up when neighbour Sophia emerged from her home.
"Oh those look pretty!" She gazed enviously, "Who are they from?"
"Probably some secret admirer or random colleague. Exciting, isn't it?"
"Oh, nevermind. Look, these are for you." And she handed me an envelope with my unit address on it, "postman must have swapped mail by mistake." She condescendingly spoke, while voluntarily removing that stunning bouquet from my arms. The audacity... And turns out, envelope contained delayed income tax mail.
Decided to stay home this evening and cook homemade meals made with love for Jon and I. Brainstormed for dishes to whip up, settled for the following three:
1) Omelette (Jon's favourite, a must-have or Jon will question)
2) Carrot and chicken soup (very nourishing)
3) Pork chops in Port Wine Sauce (fancy schmancy)
4) Rice (Have to add this to list otherwise possibility of forgetting almost a hundred percent)
Realised haven't got any ingredients to cook with, decided to make a quick trip to supermarket.
6.20pm: Maybe should have booked a reservation at a restaurant for dine-out. Cooking turns out to be harder than expected, recipes make cooking look so easy, have definitely been deceived, not to mention ambitious. Must add in a close shave with burning down kitchen. Omelette was a success though, Jon will and should be pleased.
6.55pm: Doorbell pings, Jon has returned, suddenly registered that I had forgotten to write message in Valentine's Card for Jon. Had to hurry and find a marker to scrawl some 'Love yous' into card.
Doorbell pings once.
"Just a moment!" Scurrying around living room to source for marker.
Doorbell pings again.
"A second!" Found marker, but at a lost for what to write in card.
Doorbell pings twice.
"Hold on!" Come on Matthew, think, THINK!
Doorbell pings thrice.
"Shut up I'm coming!" Managed to get some words in ink on card and have it sealed. Proceeded to open door, stumbling.
"I bought Dim Sum Takeaway for dinner!" He broke into gleeful smiles as he lifted a bag full of my favourite dishes, very kind gesture. "oh, I see you're cooking too," a moment of silence, "and you cooked my favourite! Say no more." And he immediately dove into omelette with rice, paired with Dim Sum.
Had double portions of food for dinner. All properly savoured, delicious and decadent, efforts to make Valentine's Day a 'success' have been gratified. Decided to pass him V-Day card just before he slumped into food coma.
"Happy Valentine's Darling. Cherish you v. much. And I can't make it for first month celeb, please forgive. Love you xx." His head swerved and gave me a kiss on the lips, very much in love currently.
"Impressed you could make out my handwriting." I couldn't even make out some of the letters I scribbled.
"For a businessman you have very bad handwriting, what was that stereotype about doctors being the only ones with bad handwriting?" He's out to shame me once again. It's actually very typical of couples to tease each other. Read an article the other day while surfing the Net and it stated 'burning is part of a healthy relationship,' so I shall let all his remarks slide, just this once. I am so weak.
Went blabbering on explaining reason for not being able to celebrate first month with Jon and he was unexpectedly pissed. Managed to pacify him with a box of Marks And Spencer candy treats. Knew I shouldn't have become a business person, all the work and oh god, Miranda... Not worth it. Like I've said a thousand times before, should have become a pop star when I had the chance.
