Yes, I’m in wedded bliss these days, but believe me, I know first-hand that Valentine’s Day can positively suck for a lot of folks. One of my Facebook friends posted this:
HA! Debra, may I suggest treating yourself to a copy of Bastard Husband: A Love Story, the lonely white girls' bible?
Seriously, if you’re newly divorced, longing to be in a romantic relationship, or longing to get out of a lousy one, you know exactly what I mean about the craptastic nature of this day. Even if you’re with someone you totally dig, Valentine's Day can end up being a huge disappointment if your beloved’s attempt (if there is one) to express his devotion fails to meet your expectations.
My advice? Don’t have any expectations.
It’s a stupid holiday. Mike's been asking me what I want and I'm like, "Dude, you are totally off the hook; I have everything I could possibly want. And if you get me a box of chocolates, I'll kill you." Wow, I just had a Valentine's Day flashback of my mother hurling a box of Whitman's chocolates at my father across the dining room table. And I don't think she was concerned about their effect on her low-carb diet.
Anyway, I do like the idea of a day devoted to love. To me, Valentine's Day presents the perfect opportunity to surprise and delight someone you care about. Call or pay a visit to an elderly relative or friend. Treat an unattached pal to dinner. Buy a card for your bosom buddy. Anonymously leave a bouquet of flowers on the desk of a co-worker you appreciate. Give your favorite cashier a Starbucks card. Hell, give a Starbucks card to a stranger on the street.
Spread the love. It's a good day for it. And don't forget to do something for yourself.
Hmmm. That just gave me an idea. If you're looking for me at lunchtime today, I'll be at Ross.