I remember, as a child, reading the book, 'Arthur's Valentine', and I loved it. It had drama (a secret admirer!), suspense (who was it!!), and a perfectly lovely Happy Ending (aw! it was true love in the end!!!).
I miss the Valentine's Days of yester year. Everyone decorating their special 'mailbox' with paper doilies and pink, red, and white construction paper hearts in hopes that you would be justly rewarded with the most "BEE My Valentine" Valentine's cards from all of your classmates. Everyone would walk around dropping special little notes of praise and friendship togetherness in all of their friends' mailboxes and would pace nervously, gathering up courage to drop that ONE. SPECIAL. VALENTINE. into their crush's mailbox - hoping that he, too, would be smitten by you and thus starting your own Happily Ever After together. Forever. Or until a cooler, more awesome boy came along toting the better lunch box treat, pencils, crayons, or hair.
As a grown-up, I have a love-hate relationship with The Valentine's Day. Some years, I love it. I get in my love bubble and stay there for weeks. I wear my Valentine's Day cupid socks, eat those horrible tasting conversation hearts that are oh-so-witty and know exactly how I feel, and prance around while handing out chocolates and other fabulous little treats to everyone I love. One year, I even made little heart goody bags for everyone I knew containing homemade chocolate covered oreos and pretzel rods. I even went the extra mile and piped beautiful white chocolate hearts on the oreos and drizzled pink, red, and white colored chocolate on the pretzel rods. Yeah - I'm that enthusiastic. Sometimes.
Other years, I have great animosity for The Valentine's Day. I resent all of the 'love is in the air' malarkey and go rogue when anyone brings up the merchandise saturated holiday that is celebrated only to sell chalk-like candies and over priced greeting cards. HARUMPH. I spend the actual day of love on my Down With Love band wagon and sneer at all who parade around proudly in their love bubbles. Cynical much? You bet!
This year, I'm conflicted about The Valentine's Day. On the one hand, I have a wonderful manfriend whom I do love and want to show him how much he means to me (shhhh don't tell him that I unwaveringly love him - I don't want his ego to get too big - gotta keep him working for it - if you know what I mean. *wink wink*). On the other hand, I don't to go all psycho girl and smother him with goodies, thus causing him to go into panic mode by putting too much pressure on him to please me on this beautiful day of love.
Rock. Check. Hard place. Check.
So what to do? What. To. Do. ???
I don't want to set myself up for disappointment by going all handmade chocolate covered oreo cookie on him, and have him toss some piece of candy at me that he probably bought the day of at a gnarly gas station (where Brittany Spears wouldn't even step barefoot into... Remember that???? Ew!).
So here's what I'm going to do. I am simply going to tell him that I love him (hopefully while not hyperventilating - that is a big step after all) and go old school on his unknowing ass - by handing him a box of conversation hearts and asking him simply to be my valentine. Then I'll give him the cute singing and dancing animal/monster thing that I got him (it sings Just a Friend... So funny) and the picture frame with a picture of us in it for his night stand. In return, I am going to try to expect nothing. That's right. Nothing. If I am not expecting anything, then I won't be disappointed when he doesn't meet my expectations. See! See?
And hopefully he won't hand me a piece of Gas Station Candy... if he knows what's good for him.
Happy Wednesday!
P.S. Have ya'll been watching The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills?!?!?! The reunion show is on tomorrow and I cannot wait. It's like Christmas Day all over again. God, I'm so excited.
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