I could write a whole post about how we don’t really do Valentine’s Day. Not like other people do it, anyway. Sure, we exchange chocolate, even if sometimes it comes from the day after 50 percent off sale. Once in a while, there might be a gift thrown in (like a new shirt or a video game), but the gift is mostly something we’ve been meaning to buy but keep forgetting, and VDay is an excellent reminder to spend yo’ money. So, not a lot of consumer driven romance happening in the Anxious household. To each his own.
So, yeah, I could do a post on that, but that would probably be boring. Instead, I’m going to go all blast from the past and share a post about my first Valentine’s Day with Sam. It was originally published on February 12, 2015, back before this blog had much of a following, so the post will be new to most of you. It’s the best kind of Valentine’s Day story — short and with a fail.
It was close to a year from the time that S. and I started dating before Valentine’s Day happened. I wasn’t really sure what to expect from him, since had both talked about our dislike for the holidays being so commercialized and for the suggestion that love is tied to money.
On Valentine’s Day, I came home from school (I was a junior in college at the time) and went to my room after chatting briefly with my grandmother (who I lived with). I stood over my computer desk to reach down and turn the tower on, and when I stood up, I noticed someone coming out of my closet out the corner of my eye.
Before I could register who it was, I let out a blood-curdling scream. Then I saw who it was–S. was standing there with flowers. He looked horrified.
“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for he said,” handing me the flowers. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Ah, thanks,” I said, rather embarrassed. But then again, what young woman wouldn’t be freaked out when she notices a man coming out of her closet?
My grandmother popped in about that time, laughing. “I knew that’s what was going to happen when you said you wanted to hide in her closet and surprise her, S!” she said.
“Well, why didn’t you say that?” S asked.
“Because I thought it would be funny,” my grandmother replied, causing us to laugh as well. She left the room after that to let us be alone.
“Here,” S said to me, thrusting a gift bag in my hand. I opened the bag and found some chocolate, a Lord of the Rings figure, and a card that S had made for me. That might sound corny, but it was really sweet and basically said that he couldn’t wait to see me in my wedding dress (even though he hadn’t yet proposed–that wouldn’t come for a few more months).
Anxious Mom’s tips to not failing Valentine’s Day this weekend:
1. Don’t jump out of a closet to scare your lover. Especially when she has no reason to think that you would be home. Surprises are good, but not this kind. It will totally kill the VDay mood.
2. Skip out on any restaurants whose main menu consists of breakfast items if you’re going for a romantic vibe.
3. Don’t give her a bag with a pumice stone and foot moisturizer and tell her it’s for her dry feet. (This happened on our second Valentine’s Day…and that was our real last attempt at celebrating that holiday.) Opt for a trip to the spa, especially if you don’t want to see a pumice stone flying at your head.
I know y’all must have some Valentine’s Day fails, so do share!