So this past Saturday was Valentine’s Day. It’s a tough one. Especially on the guys.
Culture has made it a MUST DO to send your beloved a dozen red roses. Even if roses aren’t her favorite flower. Even if they cost $50.00 more to get them to her on that day versus just about any other day of the year.
Me, I’m not so much about roses. My favorite flowers are iris and ranunculus. I like orchids too. And I’m not so much about getting flowers because Hallmark decided that this is the one day to celebrate your love.
Because to me, if you’re not feeling it every day, marking one special day when you’re supposed to feel it is only going to make matters worse.
In fact, I ran into a guy today at one of my jobs. I asked him if he celebrated Valentine’s Day. He said he didn’t have a girlfriend (or a wife either) and thought about going out and getting one just so he’d have someone to share the day with. He said he was glad he didn’t. I agree. If you hook up with someone just to have someone to spend Valentine’s Day with I think you’re creating expectations that are just too great to maintain.
So VD was decidedly low key chez Atkins. Zoe got a box of chocolates and a stuffed teddy proclaiming our love for her. We opted to dine in rather than fight the hoards of loved up people getting frustrated. I do not do well in restaurants with bad service and large crowds and Chuck knows this about me. So I made meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and peas. One of Chuck’s favorite meals.
What did I get you wonder? Well, Chuck gave me cookies his ex girlfriend baked! Very beautiful, very delicious cookies. And because it is true love and an I have an overwhelming sense of security in my relationship that I thought it was one of the best gifts I could have gotten.