At no point do I expect a pale pink greeting card elaborately spelling out your affection for me. Feel free to send someecard that will have me explaining to the censor nazis in the tech dept your awesomeness. Because that’s the way we roll.
We get safe-words for time with “those married friends”, weekends with the ‘rents, and banging like rabbits.
If I ever receive a blender as a present, your man-business is the first thing I puree.