I hate Valentine's Day. I've never met a guy who actually likes or looks forward to the occasion; I mean, flowers & chocolates? Those are for the ladies, amiright? Valentine's Day for men would look a little different: Steak, blowjobs, and gifts of video games. (Don't tell my boyfriend I told you that.) If that was Valentine's Day protocol, how many of you are still on board?
Anyway, I'll be honest, I like being the low-key girl who truly doesn't care one iota about the occasion. I'm not just saying it, I really mean it: we can go right ahead and forget about it. Treat it just like any other day. Pinky swear, I don't mind. In fact, I prefer it.
So I staged a little talk with The Boy about it a couple of weeks ago.
Me: "Hey, honey, how do you feel about Valentine's Day?"
Him: "Uhhhhh...." *Deer in headlights look*
Me: "Because I think it's a marketing ploy by retail corporations teaching us to equate love with dollars spent on this one arbirtrary day of the year, and I kind of hate it."
Him: "Oh good. Me too. I don't really like it. I kind of hate it, actually. A lot."
Me: "So we're not going to celebrate it then. Right? I hate it, you hate it, let's just ignore it."
Him: "I guess."
Me: "No definitely. Don't do anything."
Cut to today. I genuinely have no plans or expectations for the day, and I'm kind of happy about it.
I text him a Happy Hallmark Commercialized Love Day message, JUST as the flower delivery guy walks in my office door with red roses for me. But the note was what really got me:
"Nicole!! I'm so glad we met each other. I know we said we wouldn't do anything for Valentine's Day, but you deserve these, and I don't like doing as I'm told."
God I love that man.