Find your old stash of rohypnol you used to have when you were single, make her a glass of wine at about 6pm, she'll be out for the count by about 7pm, watch the footie, maybe dabble while she's still asleep at half time (where and how is up to you), she'll wake up around 10pm, then you have a go at her for falling asleep during Valentines evening. She feels guilty and promises to make it up for you the next evening, whilst at the same time wondering why she has sticky thighs. She questions you about her sticky thighs, then you wallop her over the face with a baseball bat before making off with her sister.
Find your old stash of rohypnol you used to have when you were single, make her a glass of wine at about 6pm, she'll be out for the count by about 7pm, watch the footie, maybe dabble while she's still asleep at half time (where and how is up to you), she'll wake up around 10pm, then you have a go at her for falling asleep during Valentines evening. She feels guilty and promises to make it up for you the next evening, whilst at the same time wondering why she has sticky thighs. She questions you about her sticky thighs, then you wallop her over the face with a baseball bat before making off with her sister.
My girlfriend's mum is a travel agent. One of the cruise companies offered her a free Amazon cruise for selling loads of holidays or something.
Why's this relevant? Because on February 14th my girlfriend will be flying to South America with her mum, and I'll be sat in my pants with a six-pack and full guilt-free control of the TV remote.
Even better than that, she feels really bad for abandoning me for three weeks and feels really sorry that I can't go on the holiday with them. Yes, dear, I too am distraught that you will be on a different continent battling mozzies for two UEFA Cup games and the Carling Cup final. What a fucking result.