I might like Valentine’s Day a lot better if it came, say, in the middle of July when the weather is warm and I don’t have to put on twelve pounds of clothes just to go to the mailbox. But as it is, February is not my best month – it’s been cold and gray and dreary since November and while I know intellectually that in March things will begin to warm up enough for me to begin to believe Spring will really come, knowing and feeling in February are two entirely different things.
Nor am I the kind of female that gets all sappy. I’m not into the whole romantic comedy thing – I’ve never seen Sleepless in Seattle or You’ve Got Mail or Pretty Woman – and for the most part, love songs make me cringe. I read romance novels once in a blue moon, but when I do I usually find myself rolling my eyes and, occasionally, making fake barfing motions. If a man were to begin quoting romantic poetry to me, I’d be hard put not to giggle during the recitation.
Which is not to say that I don’t like being told that I’m loved and appreciated, or don’t like getting flowers or jewelry or being taken out for a nice meal, but I don’t like getting those things because greeting card and candy companies and florists say I should get those things. I want to receive those things because someone wants to give them to me.
Then there’s the small fact that I’m hard-headed stubborn an independent cuss and hate being told what to do. Oh, I HAVE to celebrate your manufactured holiday? Well, see this? It’s my butt. Kiss it.
That being said, Beloved and I usually observe Valentine’s Day in some fashion. Last year, we were out and about a couple of days before The Day at the Hartville Market (I’ll have to do a Travel Tip Thursday post about that place soon) and Beloved bought me the Precious Moments figurine you see here, along with another of the black-and-white retro Mickey Mouse statuettes by Jim Shore. Which was fine with me. Sometimes we go out to a nice restaurant on V-Day, but mostly I cook a special dinner for us, which is what I’ll do this year.
If you like all the hearts and flowers and romance, I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day this year, I really do. But if you’re like me, and find the fact that the local grocery store is offering “The Ultimate Stay-At-Home Romantic Dinner” for $25 (two dinky steaks and lobster tails in a heart-shaped container) absolutely hilarious, I’ll be more than happy to join you in the snickering.
For more optimistic Valentine’s Day posts, go visit Sprite’s Keeper and the Spin Cycle.