Happy Birthday to me, pt . 10

Ah, the rapture of a Pumpkin Pie Martini!

I drank my frou-frou holiday cocktails while my best friend drank beer. We celebrated my birthday at a bar, then went out to dinner and exchanged Christmas gifts, and then settled back at Eno, a favorite of ours, for flights of chocolate and wine.

I really love having him here. Everything is just a bit more right in the universe when he's around. We compared notes on the kids in our lives, our families, our jobs, our feelings about the state of the world ... I never run out of things to say to him. I wish he could stay longer.

Perplexed

This is the last holiday gift I bought this year, and one of the first I gave. It's a lightly-scented spray moisturizer for my boss. I explained in the card that it was make sure he had a comfortable new year, no matter how itchy his sweaters are. I chose this for him because he is forever rubbing his back in my doorway to scratch that unreachable itchy spot on his back.

When he stopped by to give me farewell instructions before heading out for the year, he didn't mention the card or the gift. I asked him if he opened it and said, yes, and that now all he has to do is worry about is his jock itch.

So, did my gift offend him? Was he embarrassed that he didn't have anything for me and now, between his vacation and mine, he won't see me until the New Year? Or is he just a putz?