My inner child is pouting.
Ugh. MEN. Why are some of them so clueless? When God assembles men I wonder if at some point in the assembly line he forgets to implant the common sense chip into a small few. Then maybe he remembers later and just thinks oh shit, too late now.
Sometimes I wonder if one of those few was my boyfriend. I know that sounds mean but I just don't understand how he can be so booksmart, ace all of his tests, but yet, coming up with something to do for our anniversary is like someone told him he needs to come up with a cure for cancer ASAP.
You see around this time a year I get very bitchy, very critical, and very emotional. Ya see I love this boy. He is kind, caring, loyal, and my bff. But my one gripe with him aside from him always leaving the toilet seat up and somehow always forgetting when his chore days are but keenly remembering what time the 49er's play is his lack of romance and spontaneity. This year on November 4th marks the big 5. Five year anniversary that is. Lets recap the last four shall we:
Year 1: This one was forgivable as a year is only a drop in the bucket but we layed in bed I told him it was our anniversary and he said he didn't know what to do for girls on their anniversary. Whatevs.
Year 2: This year I gave him a few not so subtle reminders that the big 2 was coming up and he still said he didn't know what to do for such an occasion.
Year 3: We went to Best Buy.
Year 4: Once again he had brainstormed nothing because he's a boron. We went to the Olive Garden then came home and cheered because this was the eve Obama was elected president. No plans, no flowers, no cards, no present.
Year 5: _________________________________________________________.
This year I have made MANY reminders and some may say ahem, threats that he better finally do something because all of our other anniversaries have been sheer crap. "Well what do you want to do?" he always asks. "I don't know plan something for once!" I snap back. See I know I shouldn't put such superficial value into anniversaries but I do, oh I do. This is our love celebration! And for all the times I cook, clean, and listen to his loooooong stories I deserve me a celebration! The boy is clueless.
See my family members were extremists when it came to the celebration part of life. When I was 11-years-old and officially entered womanhood my aunt gave me a "Happy First Period" present. Not sure one's hallmark card worthy but hey thats just the kinda of people we are.
I am in suspense. I am wondering if my threats have done the trick. Will this be the year he finally does something for our anniversary? If he doesn't play his cards right I might end up looking like this to him:
To be continued...
Me and the boy. (I look uber asian in this picture)
What does your lovey do or not do for you?