I’m not the type of person to greet you empty-handed. Either I will cook up a delicious meal (at least that’s how my husband describes them) or I will be prepared with a gift that you will love. And you will love it. Or you will pretend to love it. Either way I will tell anyone that asks that you loved it.
This may surprise you, but I actually do listen when you talk. I remembered to write down your favorite wine when you mentioned it, and I went to the store looking for the exact kind. Only I couldn’t find it, so this is what you’re getting. It’s the thought that counts right? I even Googled it thinking that might help, but it didn’t. This is what Google told me to buy, so I hope you like it.
I can’t just give you a bottle of wine, I wouldn’t want you to think that I think you’re a lush. I mean, I’d like you more if I thought you were a lush, because then you would belong to my secret club too. If you can call it ‘secret.’ Which I do, so just humor me. But because I’m always thinking about you, I have this little souvenir I picked up for you at a street fair a month back. I’m going to tie that onto the neck of the bottle with twine (to make it look more authentic), and hope you love it. Which you will. Or you’ll pretend.
Can’t wait to see you!