This will be only the third time in my life that I’ve had a real actual Valentine…and I’m 40. Needless to say, I’m not very good at the romance thing. My husband, on the other hand, is a romance ninja.
Single people, don’t feel bad. I know you will though. I hate the pain you feel when you see flowers being delivered to your office that aren’t for you. When you see those awful commercials for brown diamonds, and you get sad because there isn’t even anyone there to laugh with about the ugly things with you.
For 37 years I went through that crap. OK, maybe it’s more like 27. For the first 10 years of my life, I probably didn’t care about Valentine’s Day being a romantic holiday. It was more of a time for class parties, cupcakes, and candy hearts.
Now, I have the chance to wrap myself in pink hearts and red flowers…and I’m awful at it. Part of it is not wanting to spend money on stuff that isn’t essential to survival. Part of it is just not having any creative ideas for gifts. Yeah, I know. Boo freaking hoo. I’m not really complaining. It’s more of an intellectual enema. It’s funny to me that now that I finally have a Valentine, I’m totally stumped on romance.
Maybe it’s because to me, romance isn’t always giant gestures. Sure, those are great for holidays, but I’m better at the day to day romance. You know, the hand holding, the kisses on the cheek. I laugh at my husband’s jokes and silliness. I tell him how wonderful he is every day.
It seems to me though that pop culture is full of examples of how men can be romantic, but what about women? Do we just have to show up? Seems kind of lame.
Honestly, though I never really thought about what I can do to be romantic. I never really imagined a Valentine’s Day where I was doing something for a guy…get your mind out of the gutter. All I ever wanted was flowers and candy. My tastes are simple.
Anyway, I waited a long ass time for my Valentine to show up and he’s freaking awesome. So, don’t fret if you haven’t had a Valentine in a couple of years. It is what it is.