I'm guessing we won't work things out
You know what they say
You can't have it so you want it back
I'm way past that
If you could be in my life
Like you've been on my mind
It'd be so easy"
I love this song. I love her voice. I'm too lazy to put a link, but check her out at www.myspace.com/schuylerfisk. My favorite one is Paperweight, which was on soundtrack for The Last Kiss. Moving on...
I just found out last week that Bernard is the kind of person who would get butt-hurt if I exchanged a Christmas gift. For real?! I was a bit incredulous over that. Ok, I can understand being slightly crestfallen when you give someone something that you think they'll really like, only to have them want to return it. But an exchange? For a similar product? Seriously? Because I'd be more like, "Damnit! I couldn't decide between that or this, but at least now I know for next time what you prefer."
But Bernard is adamantly opposed to it. "A gift is a gift. Someone took the time to find that for you. I don't think anyone in my family has ever returned anything!"
I responded with, "Ok, but an exchange is different! What if you give me something that I truly can't or won't ever use? You'd rather me be stuck with something useless than to just switch it out for something else?"
"Too bad. Get used to it. Eventually you'd like it."
Whaaaa?? The moment I heard that, I made a quick decision. Now what I'm really craving from my boyfriend for Christmas is some cute clothing, or accessories. But after hearing that, I changed my mind pronto. When it comes down to it, I guess I don't have enough faith in the guy to pick out something I'll like. Especially now that I know I'm going to have to be stuck with it! And besides, I know my man, and there's no way in hell he'd ever get me what I prefer anyway. He'd have a heart attack before he'd spend that much on a Lauren Merkin clutch, or Alice and Olivia pants, or a Vince cashmere sweater. Paying high prices for clothes is a huge rip-off to him, yet he'd willingly shell out big bucks for a stupid phone. (Ok, I adore my phone. But before he gave it to me, I was perfectly fine with my beat up Nokia from 1999!)
Anyway, knowing my boyfriend so well and assuming that he was more likely than not struggling with a gift for me, I suggested he just get me a gym membership. I could tell the idea appealed to him, even though he half-heartedly attempted to naysay it with, "Well, that's not very romantic...'Here baby, get your fatass to the gym'...you'd be ok with that?" Sure, why not? After all, since he'd be paying the bill, it'd motivate me to go or else I'd feel pretty guilty. I'd get more toned, and he'd get a more toned girlfriend, which is something he's been hounding me about since we started dating. Sounds like a good deal to me, especially since I need to start up a more healthy lifestyle.
As for the presents I'm giving him, I fucking rule. He is going to love what I got him. I keep gushing about it, and he always downplays it by saying, "Well, it's just that I'm not picky, nor do I expect or really want anything, so of course I'll love whatever you give me." But I swear that even if he wasn't like that, he'd love what I got him. I'm so excited!
One last tangent: I'm a little sad that I'm missing Christmas in California for the second year in a row. I went with Scott to see Minus the Bear last week, and we drove down Rodeo Dr. and it was all lit up and holiday-like, and I had this rush of nostalgia and longing for busy streets and flashing lights. Instead, I'll get sub-zero weather, cobble-stone roads, and French speaking Europeans. But I'll be with my baby, so that's ok.