So, last weekend, GF says we never do what she wants to do. I say fair enough, we can do whatever you want to do for Valentine's Day. She seems pretty happy about that.
Every day this week, I asked her what she wants to do and she would respond, "I don't know." At this point, I'm kind of figuring that she has some surprise planned for us.
I've been working night shifts all week including last night, so I slept in until about 10:30 this morning. No breakfast in bed, no GF in the apartment. I think ... well, this is some serious bullshit. GF went out with her dad for breakfast. Okay, fine.
She gets back in the afternoon, asks me where we're going for dinner. I tell her she didn't tell me what she wanted to do ... She hits me with ... "I shouldn't have to tell you what I want to do, you should know. It's not romantic if I have to tell you."
Obviously, she didn't plan anything.
So, after a long ass fight (and makeup sex, at least), we end up ordering in because she doesn't want to go out, watching half the Canucks game and a movie, and, naturally, it's followed by her crying, telling me "I only said I wanted to do that because that's what I thought you wanted to do."
Happy mindfuck day ... Fuck ...
Last time I hand my GF a blank cheque for Valentine's Day.