Valentine's Day

The last time I celebrated VDay with a boy, I was 20 and we were the annoying couple that couldn't spend a night apart.  Needless to say, that wore off within 9 months and a boy hasn't bought me flowers since.  Part of me hoped that last night would be treated like any other dinner with the Barrister and the other part acted like a 12 year old when he showed up with flowers and a card. 

He even got all dressed up and looked adorable.  We went to a cute Italian Restaurant in Covent Garden for dinner.  Earlier in the day, I was being urged by Lawrence and the girls from class to find out a little bit more about the Barrister's sexual history.  They all felt he had become clingy and smitten because I was possibly his first.  The idea made me incrediably uncomfortable but knew there was a possibility it was true, I figured we have been dating long enough to the "relationship history"  talk.  The conversation started heading that direction, I figured it would be easy to find out and see what kind of experiences in dating/sex he had.  Out of no where Barrister started complaining about people asking those questions.  He brings up a valid argument, what is the point, you are never going to be happy with the answer and the past is the past.   There is a very fine line between prude and manwhore, I have no idea what number I would want.  It all made complete sense but for some reason I was still dying to know but at this point felt way to weird asking how many bitches he banged.  So I settled for asking how old he was when he had his first "real relationship"....that was as nice as I could put it and I needed to know whether he was a virgin (that would explain the first time akwardness).  Luckily, I did not rob the poor kid of his viriginity but he hinted that I am pretty early in the list.  I was relieved but he seemed put off by the idea of when I lost mine, he made some comment about Americans being a little quicker than the rest of the world.  Touche, I deserved that one.

After dinner, we came back to my place and watched a movie.  Even if he was disappointed by our earlier conversation he didn't show it and he didn't hesitate to make some moves.  I have to admit it is getting better each time.... 

Before we went to bed he asked me if I wanted him to get us tickets for DMB in late March.  He had never heard them before I said I liked them, cute gesture but it's not until March.  I'm a little uncomfortable with the future planning of events.  I'm an idiot but I don't know how much longer he can keep my attention.