So, yeah, Valentines Day.
I'm meeting up with Heather soon for Brunch and then i'm heading to my other friends house to watch the last episode of Sherlock Holmes Season 2 (i've seen it. i cried hysterically) so i'm a little pressed for time to write about the last couple of days. When I come home expect a lenghty post.
In a nutshell Valentines Day was awesome. Sean and I went to the movies, grabbed some food and went back to my house afterwards to watch 007. It was the longest i'd hung out with the boy without a 'chaperone' and it felt nice. He was funny and considerate the whole night and outside of a leg grab here and there it was very platonic. Fun but platonic.
Shit didn't hit the fan until the next day when i came into work and Sean had damn near told everyone that we went to see a movie. This would not have stirred any interest from anyone a) had he not brought it up and b) had the day of our outing not been on valentines day.
Because Kat and Sean hate each other Sean went to her and told her that we'd hung out (assuming she didn't know of our plans. She did). Kat, being a bitch, asked him 'so what did your girlfriend think of this'. Sean got very defensive and when Kat left he came up to me and was all:
your best friend is so weird. She asked me what my girlfriend thought of us hanging out on Valentines Day and i tried to explain to her that my girlfriend didn't think anything of it cause, you know, she knows how it is"
Me: how what is Sean?
She knows that i am like faithful and stuff and that at the end of the day I come home to her.
Me: Please stop talking
She knows that she is, like, it for me and that yesterday wasn't a date. It wasn't a date. It was not a date. Don't you think it's funny that Kat would think that it was. Don't you think it's funny, i mean come on, i love my girlfriend.
Me: [silence. teary eyes. anxiety] I'm not feeling well. I got to go. I'm sorry
I know. I know. I know. I hear the 'i told you' so's already. There is much more to this story and dreadful ass night but i have to shower and get ready. The story gets worse. There were tears and a yelling match and a 3 hour long phone call to my brother. Can't wait to re-tell it.