Love is in the air... and etc clichés

Valentine's Day. The more logical half of my brain tells me the pretty pink and red themed cookies, teddies, heart-shaped chocolates and other tacky trinkets are just unnecessary means of emptying one's pockets. The other hemisphere demands for such very items to be presented as a symbol of undying devotion, now!

Fortunately, X knew logic never won a woman's heart.


I have a confession. I've never actually celebrated Valentine's before. Well, of course we've had the quintessential single-girls-being-tough-who-needs-love outing. And of course I've had nice boys take me out for dinner and maybe even get me a little chocolate. But never has any of my previous relationships coincided with the celebration.

Correction - never has any of my previous partners been physically in the same continent during the day.

So you can imagine, it was very nice indeed to actually be able to have a hand to hold for once. Yes, the restaurants were crowded and overpriced and yes, we had to park so far away I wound up walking around barefoot with my stilettos in my bag. And yes, I probably stepped on something gross along the way.

My overpriced King Prawn Salad. The portion was the size of X's fist (which isn't very big), but the avocados completely filled me up. Excellent flavour though.

X's overpriced Thai Beef Salad. It was okay, but the bean sprouts were a weird touch. If you're wondering if we're on diet, it's only so we had room for overpriced bruschetta before and gelati later.


We had a really nice day. But next year, we're doing it a day before to avoid the crowds.