Red cellophane hearts stacked on shelves. Children pressing buttons on those furry
stuffed animals that sing off key tunes. Red Hots spilled on the floor. Chocolate and cartoon kid cards litter the
store. It is Valentine’s Day. The single person’s dreaded time of the year. If
you the reader are single, I’ll let you in on a secret. People in relationships hate this day too.
Where is the actual courting? If the relationship is a few
years old most people wait until the day before or morning of to get last
minute Valentine’s Day gifts. I know someone who thinks the day was created
from card industry and he would be ‘fake’ if he bought into it. However, let me
point out when he was married to his first wife and even before that he seemed
to buy into it. There is a story of finding a crystal rose he bought for an old
girlfriend. While I love romance and
lovely gestures, I don’t want to make someone do something they don’t want to
do.
Despite the lack of gifts, where is the actual romance? Is
it enough to take someone out to eat or to a movie? Then what? A few winks and
drinks and then it is time to hit the sheets.
It would be simpler to eliminate the notion that romance has
to be forced. I would prefer someone to
hide treats in my desk or write a message on a foggy mirror. There doesn’t have
to be some gallant answer that involves a huge diamond and flower strewn paths.
The daydreams and fantasies that are built up in our heads
never live up to the hype. The cute
waitress might actually be a chain smoking crazy cat lady. The nerdy and bald guy
you are crushing on may have a gambling addiction and a weird infection. For some single people anything is better than
nothing at all. To be frank, married and couples share the same belief.
While I am married, I loathe Valentine’s Day. The card never
really says how you feel. The chocolate gives you a stomach ache. The card I would like to get says the
following:
Dear hon,
You look sexy and thin
in everything you wear. I’d rather watch the ‘Carrie Diaries’ than some dumb
game. I cleaned the whole house and made you a candle light dinner. Low cal of
course.
P.S. I told my mother
she is not allowed over until next year.
With all my heart and
soul,
Hubby
So singles lets unite
with married people and whip conversation hearts at those kissy faced jerks in
the wooing stage of romance.
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