anticipation

It's officially down-to-the-wire, 7 days until Valentine's Day. And what have I got to show in preparation of it all?

Nothing. A headful of ideas, the cash for the present and the date, and that's about it.

I'm getting him something I know he wants (not going to say, since I'm fairly certain he reads this sometimes) the oh-so-cliche mixtape, and taking him out to the movies and then making dinner afterwards.

Who says the guys have to pay for everything?

But my stomach's doing flip-flops and I just want this week to fly by. Which, of course, means it's going to drag on and on.