Valentines Day

Hello Everyone:

I’m in the middle of a very restful three-day weekend. I’m getting plenty of sleep and doing basically next to nothing and loving it. Tomorrow it sort of back to the same-old-same-old. So Thursday the Sometime BF finally materialized. He started off on the wrong foot by showing up too early. I told him to come later in the afternoon because I had to help mum out in the kitchen and I wanted  time to pull myself together. Fine, he came and I wasn’t about to kick him out, at least not yet. We ended up going to this nice French café that makes the best macrons.  The coffee and chocolate croissant I had was delicious. Since it was Valentines Day, the café had rose petals on the counter and he somehow felt obligated to buy me a bouquet of flowers. Ordinarily I wouldn’t have an issue but I really don’t want to encourage him. I told him I appreciated the sentiment but I value our friendship more than a dozen roses. The roses are nice but I don’t want to think he can float in and out of my life whenever he gets one of “phases.”  He also started with the PDAs, which made me uncomfortable. I think he was hoping for something but I managed to put him. I told mum, over dinner the next evening, that I thousand got about my relationship with the Sometime BF and I just can’t see myself being a part of it. Too much instability. What I left out is the fact that the Brit BF is the one who can give me the security and stability I want in a relationship. I left it out because I know how she feels about him and don’t care. Speaking of the Brit BF, he sent me a lovely necklace for Valentines Day. Fortunately I had the good sense not to wear it around the Sometime BF. The Sometime BF wants to see me again and I’m not that anxious to see him. Time to fill my days so that I have little time for a social life. I should tell him straight away but not right now.