The Day of V

Mmmm...guava mimosas and broccoli. :)



Had a really nice Valentine's Day. We just had a quiet dinner at home - cooked up a big ole' mess of crab legs, a couple steaks, and enjoyed that with some guava mimosas. In my house, my mommy always bought us some kind of small present wrapped with love and a bunch of unnecessary candy. Totally awesome. So I of course followed that tradition and bought the Bman a little present, and threw in some of his favorite treats. I didn't mention this to him at all, and he doesn't come from a family with a whole lot of traditions like that, and in hindsight I should have said something because he felt REALLY badly that he didn't get me anything. Which doesn't bother me in the slightest - he's more of the type that brings home little presents whenever he's thinking of me, and those are so special.

Honestly, I'm a little overwhelmed with this relationship - I get so overcome with emotion so often when I'm with him. Little moments, little things that fill me with love. Every now and then the old Whitney's brain will make some kind of observation about how he looks or seems from the outside. If you've seen pictures of my caveman, you'll know what I mean. :) I so distinctly remember in the past not dating someone because they didn't fit a particular image or style. Along with a whole bunch of other things I've learned about myself in the past few years - one of the biggest is that style and image don't define me. Or anyone else. Sure, they're a part of who I am, but I've shed a lot of the pomp and circumstance of my style. I still feel like the funky fresh Whitney that I am, regardless of what I'm wearing or doing with my hair.

And, well....no one can hold a candle to how my caveman makes me feel. He honestly makes me forget about accessorizing my personality with things. It's a lovely, simpler feeling. Which I think is also perpetuated by the island life - just about everything is more simple and stripped down here (literally and figuratively).

(Just a small side note here....however I am simplifying my life, I still cannot - CANNOT - shed myself of my Red Monkey watches. They are a constant that has never waivered since my first glorious purchase, and many subsequent purchases and gifts received) (I love them) (So you're not getting my collection just yet Megan).

Anyway, enough of the super mushy talk. On a milder mushy talk note - I do believe that this weekend, Bradley alluded to a future of moving in together. It wasn't so much a direct reference, as a mild insinuation that he was planning for it. He's in the process of building a studio apartment, and while showing me around he indicated that one area would probably be built out for more closet space, because there would need to be plenty of room for a girl's shoes - after which he kind giggled and stumbled around. We didn't have "the conversation", but shared a meaningful look full of intent, and a small exchange about how he should have his studio as a bachelor pad for a while first. But he's planning, and back to my original statement of this being a rather overwhelming relationship....we're coming up on 10 months, and already having that little convo. (which I've never had with a bf before. ever.) I've never been so comfortable and well, I guess.....ready. It's a wonderful feeling.

Mmmm...crab legs.



And the handsome chef!