WHO: X and Mei WHAT: A sappy, sappy time worthy of a Meg Ryan movie WHERE: Their house, Unit #10 WHEN: Backdated to Valentine's Day RATING: TBD
Maybe it was par for the course for all those high-minded intellectual types, hipster punks, hardened women, and embittered men to gripe about the fake, overly-commercialized Hallmark sentimentality of Valentine's Day. It was just a day like any other Saturday, just one more day that Mei and X were in love with each other, but somehow, it being February 14th made it special. It was one more day that X could show the woman he loved, his vixen, just how much she had changed his life.
Noah had gone out for the night, and his vixen had decided to go upstairs at just the right time. They had given X the perfect opportunity to run and jump around the house in preparation. Haphazardly throwing rose petals all over the ground and lighting smelly candles, he looked like a mad man on speed. Sprinting crazily into the kitchen, he whipped up two cups of hot chocolate with a dash of Baileys to set out on the table by the sushi he'd already made and a signed copy of the Adrienne Rich poem, Fox, that was the birth of Mei's namesake. But something was wrong. X stared down at the table for a moment before it hit him like a bolt of Sex and the City lightening. He immediately slid out of his clothes, kicking them under the table and laid atop the cool surface, covering himself with the sushi from head to toe. Then he awaited his vixen's appearance.