dazzlerock | [filtered: private] L is for the way you look at me...

Dear Diary:

I feel like a reated every single time I do this, but tonight was so incredible that I couldn't not write everything down so I'll remember it forever.

So, Valentines day: lowest of the low holidays, Hallmark through and through. I mean, really, how did tehy manage to convince us that buying chocolate and bullshit heart-related paraphernelia is a good way to commemorate correspondaces from a dude they locked up for his religious beliefs? In short: I hate it.

But, you know, when in Rome you make like a Roman. Warren took me out to this incredible restaraunt in Salem Centre, Italian (my favourite) and was able to:
- Get an entire section just for us
- Have the chef make a completely customized four course meal for us, with the most incredible creme brulee I've ever eaten.
- Have the violinist play all the cheesy Sinatra love songs I like (he must have check the play count on my iTunes for that one, sneaky fuck)

He also rented a hotel, becuase he didn't want either of us to get in trobule for breaking curfew. Well, not exactly a hotel, but a room at this quaint little B&B outside of town. There was champagne waiting and this big, beautiful jacuzzi that was put to very good use.

I didn't have much money to get him anything, and If elt sorta bad about that, but I did have enough for a really nice pair of cufflinks and a matching tie-pin of these tiny zircon angel wings. I think he really liked them, and if not, I sang him so many cheesball love songs that I don't think it mattered.

I don't think I've ever laughed so much with someone in bed, it was so sexy.

I feel so 'Felicity' writing about all this hsit, but it's all kind of surreal. I've never been so happy in my entire life.

I love Warren Worthington, more than anything else in the world.

[I am such a douchebag I think I have to go kick my own ass now.]