Nothing says 'I Love You' quite like Pizza

Scott and I celebrated our seven month anniversary last night. How? Well, I had pictured a nice, romantic dinner at a beautiful restaurant, where we would consume mouth-watering food and drink exquisite red wine. Following this, drunk on each other's love (and the wine), we'd take a stroll down by the water, where we would sit on a public bench and let ourselves become amourous with each other whilst the stars danced over our heads. Once we became good and horny, we'd go back to Scott's house and have a powerful love-making session.

Sounds romantic, eh? I even spent time gussying myself up for this envisioned event. However, this is not how it turned out. Scott was running late with a lab he had to write up (the fact he had procrastinated by playing a video game notwithstanding). Mind you, this didn't ruin our candle light dinner. Oh, no, far from it. But instead of wine and a delicious meal, it was Pizza Hut pizza with milk. Though I'm not being fair: the meal was delicious in itself. I laughed afterwards because I realised that I had dressed up to order out. Funny, that.