For Valentines Day my husband gave me a gym membership. Because nothing says, "You are fat and flabby and I love you" like a gym membership.
I gave him a box of chocolates. And I bought a box for myself, just in case. My gift said, "Join me in my pursuit of fat and flabby because I love you."
I called around and decided on a new gym in town based on their ridiculously low rates. Gary and I went over to have a look and I told him that after our tour I planned on signing up, and once I was all signed up I wanted to spend a few minutes in the tanning booth. I was committed you see. When we got there and had a "tour" (standing in the hall while someone pointed to the various equipment) I got such a negative feeling that I did not want to sign up. In retrospect, I think that having a very tall man give me the "tour" was part of the problem. It was a little intimidating, and he couldn't even show me the locker room. If it had been a woman it's possible that I would have felt differently. But I was very uncomfortable and did not want to spend any time there. Thank goodness I bought myself the chocolate!