boyshapedbox

Happy Valentine's Day!
(to all you romantics)

Happy unimaginitive, consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative & shallow interpretation of romance day!
(for all you haters and cynics)

I am of course all for valentines day (and yes, mostly because for the first time in a long time I have a valentine of my own, and one that I don't have to give back.)

Let me do a quick recap of the weekend:

Friday was Planet Big, where

telecommunicate was supposed to be djing all night, but they apparently only meant "for a quick hour before people get here."

He had people dancing and on the floor BEFORE it was crowded. Anyone who's been to PB knows that that is not easy to do.

I gogo danced with the effervescent

owenthomas in my orange jockstrap (Phil bought me a v-day themed red one with a blinking red heart for the occasion but it was new and would have chaffed me, and the heart's magnetic backing wouldn't stay on. I ended up getting use for it later in the weekend.)

I hadn't danced in a long time so my legs felt like blocks of ice. Phil and his friend from out of town (who met me @ lazy bear and then tried to convince Phil that he should be dating me) came to see me gogo dance. I think the only tips I made were from them, a few drink tickets, and a bottle of water from the loveable

timzilla who always looks out for us gogo-bear's hyrdational needs!

After a few hours we headed over to the lonestar and then home.
Phil's friend John was a BLAST! I hope he comes back to visit soon!

Saturday night was CRIZ-AZY!
We (Hot Phil, John,

telecommunicate and I) went to a GIANT Lupercalia party. Everyone dressed up as Gods or Goddesses, however they interpreted them, or anything Roman.

::for pictures from the party go here::

::for a picture of me and phil dressed as HOT roman soldiers go here::

::for pictures of how I utilized the red jock strap go here and here and here (NSFW)::

Towards the end of the party I was dancing, got tired, and then sat down. Phil walked over and looked into my eyes and said,

"I can't wait until valentines day to tell you that I love you. I love you very much and you make me really happy."

I almost cried right there. I have been waiting for him to say that because I didn't want to be the first. I have this fear of people attributing things that I do or say, to my age and how young I am, when it has nothing to do with it. I didn't want to be chalked up as "young, naieve, and throwing 'I love you' around without care." I've never really been with anyone where I felt comfortable saying I love you to before, but it just feels right with him.

It's both a HUGE thing, and a small thing.
I say a small thing because it's OBVIOUS we love each other. I believe that love doesn't come in one ammount. When I meet someone, and there is an attraction there that goes beyond physical, that is love. A small degree of love, but love none-the-less.

Sometimes love just grows to an ammount where it feels ok to acknowledge it that's all.

Tonight Phil is taking me out to a nice dinner where I will give him his super awesome vday present I made for him. He told me not to buy him anything, but to make something with pictures of me for him, since he says I'm all super talented and shit.

If he gives me permission, I'll post it later. But it's up to him.

Oh and a quick THANK YOU to all the warm welcomes to

momshapedbox!!!!
She is a huge fan of all of you, and really enjoys your posts.

PLUS THANKS FOR ALL THE "you birthed an amazing son" COMMENTS!!!