Ah Valentine’s Day, just 2 days away now. This will be the fifth time that Isaac and I have celebrated V-Day together and will probably be the least eventful since I am working till 8pm. We have also decided to not get each other gifts to save money for the vacation we are taking next month. However I did still tell him to buy me flowers. Hey, a guy has to appreciate a woman who tells him exactly what she wants, right? Although telling him “just go to Whole Foods, you can pick out the flowers and they will arrange them for you much cheaper than a florist will” is probably a little insulting to him and unnecessary on my part.
Every February 14th I think about our first Valentine’s together, we lived in the Keys and had only been dating for about 3 months. Isaac covered my room in pink balloons and pink and white streamers. It was really sweet! I was excited for our big date and drove into Key West to buy a special dress for dinner; we had reservations at an island seafood restaurant on the water.
Dinner was perfect. We had a private table next to the water and were surrounded by tiki torches. It looked like something from a movie. I ordered an Ahi Tuna Salad and about halfway through dinner felt the butterflies in my stomach fluttering harder than ever. Turns out the “butterflies” were not butterflies at all. My body had suddenly decided it could no longer tolerate seafood and my digestive system grew furious. We left dinner and I tried keeping a poker face so as not to let Isaac know that I very well might soil my new dress and his front seat at any moment. I suggested we stop at a gas station so I could get TUMS as “my stomach was a bit upset.” I was secretly praying the gas station would have a bathroom. You know you are desperate when you are praying that a gas station in the Keys is going to have a public bathroom. It didn’t.
I can’t remember how that night ended, but I promise you there was nothing romantic about it. I eventually had to tell Isaac how awful I was feeling and how quickly he needed to get me home. The positive side of this first Valentine’s Day date? My seafood allergy had not yet turned anaphylactic (that would occur a few months down the road when Isaac was cooking me a special dinner. Never a dull moment in our relationship.) Another positive? He is still with me four and a half years later. You know it’s love when your horrific reaction to fish doesn’t scare your Valentine and new boyfriend away.
Before dinner picture, February 14, 2008. There is no after picture.