I've been dating this guy for some time now, and yesterday was our first Valentines day, and it was terrible! I know that he's not the romantic type, and I'm OK with that. But the other day (day before VDay) he spent the night at my place, we woke up and had coffee in bed, relaxed and had a great time. His phone rings, and it was one of his buddies calling him to go hang out, he literally ran out the door to go hang out with his friends ( i'm OK with everything at this point)
Later he calls me and ask if I want to go see a movie, and we go. Everything is fine up until now.
I would have liked maybe the typical dinner date, flowers, bed.... but like I said. He's not very romantic, and I'm accepting of that fact, and ok with it.
** there is one thing that I've told him I can't put up with. It's spending the night at his apartment. He lives next to the ocean, it's super humid and it's a little funky
not to mention that he has a twin bed, and he's twice my size, so it makes the sleeping arrangement a nightmare. After the movie he askes me if I want to go see a car that we wants to buy (told you not romantic) I say sure, and we stop by my place to mapquest the directions of the car lot.
after we see the car I realize that he's just jumped on the interstate going towards his place. At first I don't say anything, but he could tell I wasn't very happy. Then he tells me that I need to smile more (that really gets me steaming, but I kept my cool) right before we get into his neighboorhood, he "asks" me if I want to spend the night at his place (In every relationship we make sacrifeces, I know i've made a lot! and I've asked him to make 1, and thats not to spend the night together at his place, because I just can't do it)
I tell him no, (at this point im on the verge of tears, because I can tell he's upset because that I don't want to go to his apat.)
we (reluctantly) go to my house, where he walks in kicks off his shoes, and turns on the TV. I sit down next to him (mad, but not showing it) then he lays down and starts falling asleep. At this point my hopes of salvaging the night are non existant. I was wearing new lingirie underneath my dress, and had a bottle of wine and a cake in the fridge......... but when he started snoring, I started crying (loud) I couldn't help it.......
any advice?



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