My form of PDA.

I’m not a very romantic person. I also absolutely despise PDA – both physical and via social media. However, I do appreciate when significant others show consideration and thoughtfulness on special occasions (and on not-so-special-occasions) privately.

So although I despise this public showing of affection, I have to give Eric public props for this past weekend.

Over the past four-ish years, Eric and I have constantly fought over the fact that I plan everything that we ever do together for every single occasion – whether a holiday or a random Saturday night.  And when I bring this up, Eric usually responds with something equally infuriating like “Well, you love planning so I let you do it,” which more often than not, leads to somewhat of an argument about how he never thinks about wanting to do something for me, blah blah blah.

Anyway, I wasn’t really expecting any Valentine’s Day celebration since we already had plans to go out to dinner this past Saturday. But when I got home from Zumba, Eric had this all set up for me at my apt:

…which was insane because I NEVER told him about this pizza that I previously blogged about (nor do I think he reads my blog…). So I thought that was SO cute. And the way to my heart is definitely with heart-shaped pizza, so he got 100 points for that one.

And then he tells me that he needs me to ride downtown with him to pick up some papers from the municipal building downtown for the building he owns. I was really tired and wanted to take a nap, especially after eating Lou Malnati’s pizza, running 2.5 miles and doing an hour of Zumba, all before 12 pm… so I definitely complained a little bit about the ride. Anyway, he pulls up to 19^th and Chestnut and tells me to get out because I have a spa appointment right there in 10 minutes. Double awesome.

I then come home to chocolate-covered strawberries (because he knew he couldn’t forget my favorite thing in the whole world on a special occasion) and a new pair of boots that he bought me. SO, I was on cloud nine all weekend.

And therefore, I will not complain about Eric not planning anything for me again… or at least for the next two-ish months.