Tales Of Valentine's Day Pity Presents And Absent Lovers (Who Should Be All Over You)
Day 9 of The Andie Chronicles
Mother fucking Valentine’s Day.
I always hated how close my birthday was to Valentine’s Day. I’ve never had a boyfriend who didn’t combine the two occasions. Assholes.
James and I made a reservation for Candy’s Bar tonight. We’re both dateless, and as best friends and business partners, we decided to toast us. Our relationship. Our singlehood. Even though Douglas and I hadn’t technically broken up yet, the writing was on the wall. A man doesn’t ignore you for a week, forget your birthday and then give you an impersonal gift if it wasn’t heading for disaster.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to try and make contact with Douglas and spend the night with him?”
We were in the middle of inspecting samples a new supplier sent us, the best we had seen in a long time. The box of fabrics reminded me of what we were doing here at 1 Lovelock Drive.
We were building a business we could love, a future for ourselves, and our dreams. You could say this was a romantic moment, in its own strange way.
“I want to spend the night with someone I love. That means you, James.”
He kissed me on the forehead.
“And I’m sorry I don’t have the right equipment to make it a special night for you. But I agree if a nice gentleman comes along between now and tonight, I won’t stand in your way.”
“Same here, babe. If Douglas shows up at your door tonight, I will graciously step aside for him.”
That was never going to happen and I don’t think that’s what I wanted either. However, I couldn’t ignore how indecisive I felt at that moment.