Misty sent me the cocktail suggestion on Sunday evening.

“Let’s make these tomorrow!” s/he texted me with lots of kissy face emojis. S/he knows I’m down for anything with prosecco, and the absinth part just sounds fun as hell.

“Death in the Afternoon? Sounds a little dark for Valentine’s day, unless we are talking "la petite mort” kind of death" I tease back with more kissy faces.

“You’re a writer, and this was invited by Hemmingway, I thought it might like it.” s/he says back with hearts.

“Oh my god, that is so cool! And I love that you called me a writer, thank you…” I type back with hearts and kissy faces.

When I got to his house yesterday evening, he had these beautiful flowers, chocolate covered strawberries, and a charging cord (because I needed one, and he’s incredibly thoughtful like that).

We made the drinks and then made dinner together, listening to music and chatting. There are some big changes come up in our lives, so we talked a lot about those.

And after dinner we went upstairs and enjoyed each other. Slowly bringing each other close to, and for me, over the edge, many times. Lots of kissing and gentle touching, with a little rough just for fun. I feel very spoiled this morning.

I’m a very lucky girl.