Valentine's day arrives, my apartment was decorated with candles, and I had on a sexy outfit. He walks in and I notice he has this backpack like thing on. With a cheshire grin, he turns around and to my horror it's a fucking teddy bear in a backpack bag. He takes the bag off and hands it to me. Inside was a bottle of wine (I knew I was going to need a drink after this) and the bear. Now this was not just any bear, this was a build-a-bear, which means it had a number of accessories. My new bear featured glasses, skinny jeans, roses, a red t-shirt that said Hugs on it, and heart inside that would actually beat.
Guys, there are a number of things wrong with this gift...
- I'm not 7 years old
- It's not romantic, not even a little bit
- It's another chotchkies that I have to keep around my apartment
- Speaking of apartment, it doesn't go with the aesthetics of my place. I mean it's pink and grey in here, not red and black.
- I'm still not 7 years old, nor do I have a 7 year old
When it was his turn to open his gift I felt like a fool. My friend had told me earlier that I should get two gifts at two different price points. Depending on what he gave me I would pull out the more appropriate gift LOL!
The next day I went into work (we had celebrated the holiday on Sunday) and told everyone in my area about the newest addition to my life... a teddy bear. I thought I was being a brat until my coworkers agreed, the bear had to go. But where on earth was I going to put it? What, I'd have to take it out and put it away every time he came over? Nah, that's not going to work. After laughing and teasing about my gift all day, one of my coworkers asked me to bring the bear in for show and tell. Then it hit me- I'll keep the bear at work! This is my desk:
OMG Now that we've broken up, what am I supposed to do with this bear?!
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