So, it's nearly my 40th. I organise pretty much everything. Now, my bf and I have birthdays around a week apart. Since we got together (6 years ago) we've had a joint celebration, which I've organised. Nothing fancy, just a group of friends out cycling somewhere nice, then dinner and drinks. This year I told him it was in his hands to organise something for my 'big' birthday. (That I'm not organising it will be part of his gift!) In my head I'm thinking he can manage to sort out corralling friends for dinner and drinks. Not expecting miracles but that seems doable.
I hadn't heard anything from any friends and we're around 6 weeks away, so I'm thinking is he aiming for a surprise? But also... I know him, so it's possible he hasn't considered that people need a decent amount of notice and they can't just drop their own shit with a few days to go. I ask a mutual friend to give him a friendly nudge just to be sure all is sorted. Turns out I've not heard a peep because he's not organising a get together. He's decided to take me to Paris (oh my goodness, right?!) Except the whole point of this trip would be to spend two days watching Paris Supercross (motorbikes). And I don't even watch it on tv when it's on in the same room as me - it's just not my jam. He is however an ex rider and a big fan. I live in the UK and I've been a couple of times to Paris, once with my ex fiancée. It holds some memories not relevant to life now, and as a city it's not on my bucket list again. Like I've never, ever mentioned wanting to go back.
My immediate response when our mutual friend explained she was concerned was to feel upset. (She didn't immediately rat him out but mentioned something that clued me in. She just confirmed after I guessed.) This, compounded by the fact he told her I'd probably be cross about it but it's HIS birthday too dont you know and I could cry. And I'm not a crier.
On top of that he owes me some considerable money from being lent pennies to buy a bike... I just feel ... well don't know how to feel anymore.
Half of me thinks he's assuming Paris is romantic, that all women will like Paris (but I'm not a girly girl, most weekends I'm in the hills covered in mud) and the other half feels like he's spending money on himself, when he owes me money already, and calling it my present.
Maybe I set this up. A number of years ago his Xmas pressie from me was a very cheap ski trip which didn't go down as wonderfully as I thought. We'd been skiing before together, he was learning. I thought he enjoyed it and splurged to take us again on a budget package deal. Apparently not what he would have bought. So... maybe somehow in his head that justifies things? Or maybe I'm making excuses for him.
SHORT version- BF buys a long weekend city break where two days are taken up watching his favourite sport live, which I haven't the first clue about. But it's a present for me for my 40th. AIBU?