Happy Valentine's Day, you sexy suave WoolGatherer readers. I hope this day brings you all that you wish for it.
Speaking for myself, I have no particular Valentine's desires. In our household, this day has always been something of a non-event.
I remember back ten years ago, when Darren and I, still a very new couple, faced our first Valentine's Day. I didn't quite know what to expect.
I figured maybe Darren and I should do something to mark the day, since I was extremely happy in our relationship. However, since I had no personal history of romantic Valentine's Days, I was okay with more or less ignoring the occasion.
You see, this would be the first time I wasn't single when the day of hearts, roses, and chocolate rolled around. While I was at Princeton, the one boyfriend I did have decided to dump me in January. (Hi Kevin!)
Darren seemed to feel the same way.
"You're not expecting some big deal at Valentine's Day, are you?" he asked.
I sensed he was apprehensive about my answer, or at least about my reaction to the question.
"Um, maybe we can exchange cards?" (I'd always enjoyed getting Valentine's Day cards in grade school, I figured. Why not now?)
We agreed that cards would suffice, and he wrote something very touching in the card he gave me, which meant much more to me than flowers or chocolate ever could have.
Ten years later, jaded queen that I am, I tend to view Valentine's Day as a faux-holiday created by the choco-floral-greeting-card-industrial-complex to give (some) straight men a way of buying themselves out of trouble with their wives or girlfriends for not expressing their love more directly and often the other 364 days of the year.
It just doesn't feel like "my" holiday.
And what am I talking "holiday? If this were a real holiday, I wouldn't have to work today, but I do, so it isn't.
Heck, even as a lapsed Catholic, I feel far more connection to Rosh Hashanah than I do to Valentine's day. Rosh Hashanah--now there's a holiday with some depth to it! (Plus, apples and honey, Mmmmmmm.)
Speaking of food, I also find it really annoying that each year the Food Network spends a whole week devoting shows to chocolate. BORING. I like chocolate just fine, but come on people! Let's keep things in perspective.
This year, however, Darren threw me for a loop. He announced a couple days ago that he would be giving me a gift this Valentine's Day.
What the hell?
It's sitting on the dining room table right now, wrapped in shiny iridescent red paper, waiting for me to open it tonight.
I have been strictly enjoined NOT to reciprocate in response to this one-time suspension of our traditional non-tradition.
Hmm. So I should I just lay back and have him lavish gifts on me?
Works for me.
PS. I did spend an hour making Darren a witty/sweet card in PhotoShop, so I'm not a complete slacker. And Hallmark didn't make a cent off me!