Okay, weeks have passed. it’s January 19th. The delusions are over.
But I can’t say that I’ve entirely stopped expecting a Christmas present to materialize. I see you five nights a week. Every one of those five nights, as I step in the door to your apartment, I can’t pretend that a niggling thought isn’t whispering in the back of my mind, “Hmm maybe… tonight he’ll pull something out, smile shamefully, apologize for the tardiness?” But that tonight of my thoughts never comes, and each night since Christmas has been as devoid of giftage as the last. There are no hidden boxes to be revealed, no late deliveries to be heralded, and no explanations seem forthcoming. You, my boyfriend, have simply and silently failed to acknowledge me as worthy of any time, money, or effort this holiday season.
I have to admit, I’m mystified. It’s our first christmas together, we’ve been seeing eachother for almost a year. You’ve never expressed an anti-gift philosophy. I’ve seen you give great gifts to others. In fact, the birthday gift to your ex-girlfriend was spectacular, and taking her to see that concert was a wonderful idea. I’m not usually one to compare gifts between girlfriends but… the comparison between a concert and… nothing… is almost impossible not to notice.
But perhaps that’s petty.
I remember some comments in November, “I should buy you {this} for Christmas, I should buy you {that}.” Were you ever actually planning on buying me anything, or was that some odd mental game you’re playing? You certainly have the money, and you’re not cheap. You always pick up the tab for dinners, send me home in cabs, wave off any effort of mine to pay for anything. Of course, you are a rich manhattan bachelor, slightly older than me, and I’m a poor, temping, recent college grad. “Don’t you dare spend anything on me,” you said, “All I want from you for christmas is a massage and a blowjob!” But I already supply those in spades. I was secretly determined to buy you a new pair of expensive binoculars, which I can’t afford, but decided I would charge. I thought, I’ll wait a couple days and surprise him. And then, after a few days, I thought, perhaps I’ll wait a little longer, until he gives me HIS gift. …
Lest you think I’m some sort of selfish princess nursing a wounded sense of entitlement, here is a short list of a few gifts I would have been completely overjoyed to receive, at varied prices and time-commitments:
- a spontaneous dinner out
- a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine
- a framed picture of you, or of us
- a mix tape or CD
- a fresh, homecooked fish dinner (because you are a fisherman, and I keep asking for a meal of what you catch)
- a drive to the beach to watch the sunset
- a souvenier from montauk (our first trip together)
- a book of crosswords
- a novel
- a heart drawn on a piece of paper
- something…?
- anything…?
In short, I would have been happy for as little as 10 minutes of your time and $10. I know you have 10 minutes. I know you have $10.
Oh wait, you did give me something- a corporate client of yours mailed you a fancy box of chocolates, and you saved it for me. That was sweet! Well… except that you hate chocolates with fillings. But, as you pointed out, you didn’t have to tell me that it was from a client, you could have just pretended you bought it for me. But surely this doesn’t count as a gift… since it took no time… and no money… and no… thought?
I hate to call you out on this because it makes me seem like an entitled priss, a self-absorbed golddigger. And yes, I did expect a present, something nice, or thoughtful, at least personal. But I will say something, as soon as I can drum up enough courage to say so… in a polite, nonconfrontational, nonargumentative way… whereas, sadly, what I’ll really be thinking is…
Hey, Steve? Fuck you! You can’t spend five minutes buying some stupid trinket for me on fucking Christmas? What the hell kind of boyfriend ignores his girlfriend on Christmas?? What are you thinking? You spent more time and effort washing your toilet than you spent thinking about me over the holidays! Do you really think you’re going to get away with giving me nothing?? That everything is going to be fine and dandy between us? We’ve been going out for a year, and you don’t even give me a kiss on the lips and a handmade card? Even BUMS give their BUM GIRLFRIENDS something for Christmas, SOMETHING, a banana, a stick of gum, a dead cat, a sculpture of matchsticks! Something. ANYTHING!
The sad part is, really, that I would have been happy with anything, especially a handmade card.
I’m so confused. To just NOT GIVE, and ignore. As if a holiday hadn’t even passed. As if it were the month of July, not the month of December.
Has anyone ever heard of this before?