Valentine's Day always brings a moral dilemma for me. I know it’s a stupid capitalist way of screwing us over for yet another celebratory day of the year, forcing us to spend our hard earned wages on utter crap, but deep down I am a romantic, and I love any excuse to get in some saucy knickers and give my man a treat.
Always edging on the side of originality I was trying to think of something romantic to do for my boyfriend that would incorporate class and sophistication and filthy whore-like activity. It’s not easy, I can tell you!
I decided that sometimes a good old fashioned night of romance may be just the trick. So armed with my credit card I headed towards the high street in search of some sexy lingerie. Combining sex goddess, romance and comfort is not an easy out to find! After a viewing a variety of crotchless, nipple tasselled and edible items I decided on a good old black silky number. They always work in the films, right?
My next task would be how to set the scene, without making our bedroom resemble a scene from a porno or a dodgy Mills and Boon scenario. Candles? Fire hazard. Booze? Could end up like a ride on the dodgems rather than a good seeing to. Music? Barry White could be a little cheesy...Nirvana could be a little depressing, Rolling Stones could be a little toomuch like hanging in out with my dad. Sterephonics it is......my man loves them after all.
In the end I decide that we put way to much pressure on Valentine's Day being amazing, so I plan to just enjoy being in love and having a good old time, however it turns out.
So wish me luck guys and girls!
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