by Annette Dashofy
To all the men of the world: you have my sympathy.
This is Valentine’s Day, the most romantic day of the year. Or at least it is according to all the commercials. Jewelry stores and greeting card companies play it up to such an extent that all of us women now expect diamond rings, red roses, the most heartfelt Valentine’s Day card ever created all while dining out and sipping champagne.
No wonder the guys break into hives in the weeks leading up to this day. Who can possibly match the expectations created by the Valentine’s marketing machine.
My husband isn’t especially romantic. But then, neither am I. I think I used to be, but reality set in. My point, however, is that this spring, we will be celebrating our twenty-fourth wedding anniversary. And we were together for three years before that. And we still like each other.
Have you seen the stuff on Dr. Phil lately? Women whose husbands are class A jerks weep and moan. But I still love him, they wail. Somehow, I don’t think they like him very much, though. There’s something to be said for the practicality of being friends. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still in love with my husband. But most days I think I value his friendship even more. I know he’s there when I need him. Borrowing from Dr. Phil again, my husband is my safe place to fall.
But does he buy me flowers? Sometimes. Usually a cheap bouquet from the grocery store. A rose, a couple carnations and some greenery. A dozen roses? Get real! He’s too cheap. Hey, I love him, but I know him too well. Does he buy me jewelry? Rarely. But when he does, I have to tell you, he has great taste. He doesn’t like champagne (I do!), so there will be none of that this evening either.
In fact we won’t be celebrating at all tonight. In true Working Stiffs fashion, I will be teaching yoga class and my hubby has the three to eleven shift. By the time he gets home, I’ll be asleep. Like I said, I’m not all that romantic either.
A couple years ago, we made the grand effort to do what you’re supposed to do on Valentine’s Day and go out for a romantic dinner. He even promised me dessert! Woo hoo! The first restaurant we stopped at had a two and a half hour wait for a table. The same for the second one. Neither of us had thought far enough ahead to make reservations. Oops. We were both starved and ended up at Mad Mex’s. Not especially romantic, which is probably why we could get a table.
We agreed that night to celebrate Valentine’s Day on any day except February 14.
And to make sure I get to go to the restaurant of my choice, inside his Valentine’s Day card my husband will find a gift certificate to Olive Garden. I bought it at Giant Eagle to get the fuel perks points. Romantic? No. But then I’m a little cheap, too.
So what are your plans for the most romantic day of the year?