I’m a hopeless romantic. I have never thought of myself as a hearts and flowers type of girl but I must be one. The month of February seems to really bring the romance out of all of us. But I have to admit that this Valentine’s Day, I really wasn’t feeling it.
Why did I have the Valentine’s Blues?
I’ve often thought that Valentine’s Day was just some marketing gimmick to give storefronts a chance to move product and get over the New Year’s sales slump. I can clearly imagine marketers of former years, sitting around the conference table in their best suits and shiny shoes, pow-wowing ways to get consumers back in their stores after the previous Holiday rush.
Yes, I think we are aware that holidays are where most sales come from. Why not just create another holiday? Brainstorm over.
Truthfully, I think I’m probably not very far off the mark. And boy did it work! Flowers, cards and candy have become main staples in the hunt for the perfect gift. Jewelry stores, trips, and restaurants, oh my!
Don’t get me wrong…I’m not saying bah-humbug to the celebration of Lover’s Day. As a matter of fact, I myself, have received my fair share of romantic gestures and have even done a fair amount of giving. (Check out my idea of a perfect Valentine’s gift here.)
So, what is my deal?
This year’s, “Honey, what do you want me to get you?” question put me over the top. The fact is, we are saving our money for an upcoming event and I didn’t think it was necessary this year for my spouse to buy me anything. That’s not saying I didn’t want anything. I asked him for something handmade (it could have been a meal for all I cared) or even an email. Just something that let me know he was thinking of me, and I of him.
I cleverly crafted an email of the two of us dancing to a popular tune and scheduled it for delivery to his mailbox on Valentine’s Day. Well, I thought it was a pretty good idea. The new email notification woke him up at 3:00 am! He finally opened and watched it at my insistence late in the evening. (I was upset that he didn’t open it without prompting.)
He asked me if I had any construction paper so he could make me a card. I didn’t have any. He emailed me instead and all it said was, “Hi I love you happy Valentine’s Day.”
I found myself discouraged and upset. Where is the love? Where is the romance? It’s supposed to be one of the best days of the year where we are so madly in love that we just gaze into each other’s eyes and bask in the moment.
Upon further reflection, I guess I bought into the age-old marketing scheme of heart cut-outs and Cupid. February 14th, is just a date after all; another day just like the one before it and exactly like the one that will come after.
I did, however, make him laugh out loud with the email I sent him. And I did get, an albeit, straight to the point message from the man I love EVERY day of the year. I’m printing and keeping that short lover’s note in my sock drawer with the rest of the quick little handwritten cards of previous year’s flower deliveries from him.
Even with my before mentioned musings of Valentine merchandising and sales, I have without a doubt proven to myself that I’m just a hopeless romantic after all.
I love a good romance story with a happily ever after. I cry during love scenes in every movie I’ve ever watched. The sight of couples holding hands makes me almost giddy. I don’t need candy, flowers, and gift. I am happy watching a romantic comedy, reading a good romance, or listening to a love song. Heck, I’m even in the middle of writing my own romance novel.
I would say that’s a hopeless romantic for you.
May you have the romance you never knew you wanted!