Lily is a 23-year-old marketing manager who lives in Bloorcourt Village. She describes herself as “sarcastic, a daydreamer, a little high-strung, and Type A.” She says, “I’m generally not very sappy, and pretty secretive about how I feel.” She likes to dance, drink, read, write, and listen to epic, emotionally charged music. She originally met Graydon back in high school.
Graydon and I met in high school, but didn’t get together until university. I always had a huge, huge crush on him, but he had a girlfriend. After they broke up, he kissed me at a party, and we proceeded to flirt, kiss, and hook up until we became officially official a few months later. All of our friends knew it was coming, but it took a while to happen. I wanted to move slowly, and he wasn’t in a rush for a new girlfriend.
By the time February 14 rolled around, we were fully committed. We were both broke, so we decided to just get small gifts for each other. Graydon was my first-ever “real” boyfriend, so I had no previous Valentine’s Day experience. I wanted to show him that I cared, but I tend to be sort of a cold person who finds romance gag-worthy, so showing any sign of affection was a huge deal for me. Even admitting I wanted to hang out with him on Valentine’s Day somehow felt way too mushy. We agreed to be cool and just stay in, and Graydon said he would cook.
I decided to put together a playlist for him. Making a mix of songs about how I felt about him—which was super “in like,” but on the way to Lover’s Town—felt like the biggest deal in the world to me, like I was showing him the soul beneath my frozen exterior.
That night, Graydon made a stir-fry. We were hoping that his roommates wouldn’t come home, since he had taken up most of the kitchen with dishes and ingredients. I was so impressed that he could make food of any kind, and it was the most delicious stir-fry I’d ever had. We sat on the couch eating dinner and watching a re-run of a show where one character gives another a mix tape as a romantic gift. Graydon laughed really loudly before declaring that a mixtape was such a lame present. “That’s so cheesy,” he said.
I wanted to die. I felt my heart shrink 12 sizes, like in The Grinch, but reversed. I didn’t want to give it to him, but I didn’t want to not give it to him, since it was all I had for him—other than an awesome BJ. I ended up saying, “Speaking of which…I made you this lame mix!” and tried to make it funny.
Graydon was so embarrassed. He tried to backtrack, very sweetly, and said it was actually a very thoughtful gift, and that he hadn’t meant what he’d said before. The cute way in which he fumbled a recovery showed me he cared enough not to get freaked out, like he actually wanted to make me feel good about the gift, even if he probably hated it. The damage was done, but I appreciated that he tried.
We eventually broke up because he moved to a new city and I was too dumb to appreciate what I had. I still make his stir-fry recipe to this day.
Lily rates her date (out of 10): 9
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