Valentine's Day or Else!

i picked up the boy after work today and then he drove me home [cause i was driving his car, yo.] i made him stop at the grocery store so i could pick up some dinner [frozen peas and boxed mashed potatoes, if you care.]

during this tiny shopping excursion i brought up valentine's day and less than delicately mentioned that he needed to do something. "get me something or try something romantic". his reply was that he felt he was being tested and was worried that he'd fail. i replied by telling him that my expectations were abysmally low. [however, they weren't low enough to realize that he wasn't going to do anything!]

up until friday the word was that he was going to be awol for v-day this year. his long lost sister was going to plop herself and her child in his hometown and since it had been ten years since their last 'how do ya do?' he was going. now he's going to be in town. he told me that until i mentioned that i was expecting something that he was planning on a quiet dinner [read: pizza] at home [read: his place, the stunning stud pad that it is] with some snuggling in front of the tv [read: whatever is on cable] and then getting nailed. them's the terms he used and i then pointed out one plain fact - "i am a girl, damn it! what? do you think the boobs and makeup are a gag or something???"

his response to all of this was that i had become much more of a girl lately. i guess with sharing my feelings and expecting a little bit of attention once in awhile i'm turning into a big princess. he at least laughed at that.

i think that he sees the point but he's a bit trepidatious about actually doing anything. he's worried that he's going to fail and as with his philosophy on love it's better not to try if there's a chance you're gonna fail.

this is when i mentioned that he should ask a girl for help, possibly just get me some lingerie and call it good? after saying that a lightbulb when on direcly above my noggin... why not enlist mommylap? she'd be perfect at giving him advice because no one knows me better. "... in fact, LAP may write you. she likes you and she's worried about you."

and with that i have my pretty little head set to beg mommylap to send a nice big helpful e-mail to our fumbling hero. without her help i shudder to think what the boy might buy and the trouble he might go through finding it...

got any ideas, guys? i'll send them LAP's way!!!