PS: I love you

1 shot Bailey's® Irish cream
1 shot amaretto almond liqueur
1 shot Tia Maria® coffee liqueur
200 ml cream

Decorate a medium sized rocks glass by drizzling chocolate sauce around the inside, creating a marble effect.

Mix the Baileys, Tia Maria, Amaretto and cream together in a blender for a few seconds with ice. Pour all into the rocks glass and serve. 

 

There is nothing simple about saying those craved but dreaded three words, “I love you” especially the first time. Even when you’re sure beyond reasonable doubt that the other party feels the same there’s always that uncertainty that they won’t say it back and if they do say it back, there’s a chance that they just said it to spare you the embarrassment.

This weekend Sheila had her first “I love you” awkward moment with Jay (her father of two re-boyfriend). I chose the term re-boyfriend because they had split up for about a week but are now back together which is a bitter-sweet thing depending on your point of view. I must say I haven’t been entirely honest about Jay, when I said he was divorced what I meant was he is separated from his wife but still legally married (yikes!!). Though I am not one to judge, I too have played role of mistress a couple of times though never anything serious.

So jay took Sheila to coast for the weekend; he had some work stuff going on and it was also his way of making up for whatever transgression he had committed to merit the break up. The trip was going perfectly, as she later told me, until Saturday night; they had a few drinks and/with dinner and somewhere during that perfect realm she said it “I love you”. Apparently he just stared at her, asked for the bill and off they went drinking and dancing and the like, no mention of the l-word. 

When she told me about her experience I actually laughed, not at her but at the memory of the first time I said it to the boyfriend. He had said it several times before but I always responded with “stop shitting me” or “yeah right”, this is mostly because the boyfriend and I started out as fuck-buddys so love wasn’t initially the plan. Plus he only ever said it after sushi or when drunk so I thought it was just a bad reaction to sex/alcohol.

But after about four months of seeing other ‘exclusively’ I finally gave in. I wasn’t even nervous about saying it; I was so sure of the response since he was so liberal about using the l-word. Just like Sheila we were having drinks on a Saturday night, he kissed me slightly on the forehead and I whispered “I love you”. There was about a 3 second pause then he said “what? don't shock me like that!” 

Moral of the story, don’t tell a man you love him for the first time on a Saturday night over drinks. It is tested and proven that they do not respond well under such conditions.



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