It’s starting again. Those commercials and catalog “sales”. All getting ready for that day. Some people call it the Hallmark Holiday. Some people call it Emotional Blackmail or the TakeMeForAllI’mWorthBecauseIEnjoyBeingSuckedDry day. I call it the most annoying “holiday” from hell. I’m talking about Valentine’s Day. You know the one, always falls on February 14th. It’s the excuse of the lonely to whine about the state of their loneliness. It’s the prerogative of the newly in love to be even more PDA about their relationship. It’s the guilt-inducing, high-hoping, let-down day of the month that I (obviously) can’t stand.
When I first met my husband, back when he was barely even a potential date I ranted to him about VD. I’m sure he thought I was trying to impress him by not being “that chick” but I was serious. He sent me flowers. Two days before 2/14. The card said, “Happy Friday?” It was Friday. My kind of guy.
I hate the idea that people expect a gift on Valentine’s Day. Don’t get me wrong – I’m all about someone thinking of me, but not if it’s because the calendar said to. I don’t ever want someone to buy me flowers because “it’s the thing to do on 2/14.” Forget about chocolate – that’s just as bad. Is it so strange to want a cactus on January 12th? Is it odd for me to say, “give me something sour on All Souls Day”, or “surprise me with pickles and peanut butter next Tuesday”? I love roses, but not if I can predict not only their color, but their arrival date as well. Where is the fun in that? What’s worse is the thought of someone struggling to buy something just because 2/14 is the day to do it. Add the guilt of forgetting and it’s even worse. I hate, hate, hate it. I know I’m in the minority and that’s okay. There are legions of Love Day lovers out there. They’ve joined ranks with the I-Have-To-Have-A-Date-For-New-Years-Eve people (another ridiculous notion). My thinking is outnumbered by “Thinking of You” cards decorated with red and pink hearts. Shoot me now. Send me a cactus while you’re at it.
End SoapBoxRant. thank you.
~*LunaSea*~ 
i celebrated VDay the way hallmark intended last year, and that was enough for me.
im making greg dinner. i told him not to get anything for me…but i don’t know if he’ll stick with that.
As long as you are good to each other all year long…and you love like it’s 2/14 everyday, you’ll be each others valentine forever. 🙂
No flowers that will die by next week. No uncomfortable red lingere that I cant figure out which side is up on. No teddy bears dressed up like Elvis hugging heart shaped box of chocolates that reads “Let me be your teddy bear” across the front in a flower looking script. No way – he knows better. My hero gave me a very cool MP3 player last week. I gave him athletic shorts for the gym … and a T-shirt with Batman on it. We are not exactly romantic, and we refuse to celbrate anything on the Hallmark Card Sactioned Annual Holiday. But, the way that we choose to do things is a true expression of who we are (practical, stubborn, on our own schedule and perhaps a little odd). That is exactly the way I like it!
Hooray (picture me toasting you from my soap box)!
To me, romantic is whatever makes the heart sing.