When Thoughtfulness Feels Romantic
It's Friday morning.
The day before Valentine's.
The doorbell rang.
I barely reacted.
For the past two weeks my hallway has looked like a small distribution centre - boxes arriving daily while I've been lost in redecorating mode.
That morning alone I had already received a few large parcels, and one was still missing… so I was already slightly irritated.
Why couldn't they just bring everything together? 😂
When the bell rang again, I assumed it was the final piece.
I opened the door expecting something practical.
Instead, I was handed a box that looked… different.
Smaller. Structured. Definitely not flat-pack furniture.
'What's inside?'
I mumbled at the delivery guy as he tried to get his proof-of-delivery picture.
This didn't feel like home decor.
I went inside, put it down, and just stood there looking at it.
Why do we do that?
Hover over a parcel, frown at it, analyse it… instead of just opening it when it's clearly addressed to us? 😂
Eventually curiosity won.
I grabbed a pair of scissors and tore into it like a hungry lion.
Layer after layer of thick cardboard gave way… then I saw it.
A smooth black box.
With one word printed across it.
CHANEL.
Nahhhhhh… don't play with me!
I screamed.
Ran into my bedroom.
Ran back to the living room.
Picked it up ever so gently, like it was a soft, cuddly cat, and somehow found myself back in the bedroom unwrapping it properly.
A red Chanel bag.
From my wishlist.
I screamed again.
When I finally caught my breath, I just stood there looking at it in all its gorgeous lambskin glory.
Soft. Buttery. Perfect. 👌
This clip captures the moment.
Pure excitement, zero composure, just me completely losing it in my bedroom.
The kind of joy you can't hide.
What made this romantic wasn't just the bag.
It was the thought behind it.
Someone had noticed. Remembered.
Decided I should have it.
That quiet decision-making - that 'I've got this' energy - does something to me... 😉
Because being spoiled isn't just about receiving.
It's about feeling cared for.
Saturday arrived.
Valentine's Day.
My date turned up looking effortlessly put together.
Calm. Confident.
The kind of man who makes the evening feel organised before it even begins.
And in his hands?
An elegant white shopping bag.
He placed it down casually.
I noticed… but didn't react.
Too busy hugging him.
While I was still wrapped around him, he leaned in and whispered, 'I got something for you.'
See how quickly I broke away and started grinning? 😃
He handed me the Max Mara bag.
I just looked at him like, 'What’s inside?'
He smiled and nodded at me to open it.
That look. That quiet confidence.
The kind that doesn't ask for approval.
I removed the box from the bag
and held it for a moment, running my fingers over the smooth white packaging.
That familiar flutter building in my chest again.
I opened it.
The black Max Mara coat.
The Ludmilla cashmere one from my wishlist.
Of course I screamed.
Completely unexpected.
But what I remember most
wasn't the scream.
He didn't just hand it to me.
He took it from the box himself.
Shook it out slowly.
Stepped closer.
I felt the weight of it before it even touched me - thick, soft cashmere grazing my arms as he guided it over my shoulders.
His hands lingered slightly longer than necessary as he adjusted the collar.
Smoothed it down. Stepped back.
Then looked at me.
Not rushed. Not distracted.
Looked in.
That quiet pause -
the way a man takes in what he's chosen, what he's dressed, what he's provided - does something to me.
'You look incredible,' he said softly.
And in that moment, I didn't just feel incredible, I felt spoiled.
Claimed. Protected. Properly looked after.
The bag made me laugh and scream.
The coat made me feel soft.
Held.
Taken care of in that subtle, romantic way that doesn't need big declarations.
And honestly?
That's the kind of spoiling I remember most.
Valentine's has never been about clichés for me.
It's about intention.
Feeling thought of.
Feeling chosen.
A man stepping into his role because he wants to - not because he has to.
That quiet confidence is irresistible.
If you're reading this thinking
you would love to be the one making me react like that…
You already know how to book the date.
How to make it something unforgettable.
How to take the lead.
And where to find the wishlist.
Just step into your role when you're ready.
