Friday, February 15, 2013

I must be a "man" when it comes to Valentine's Day


Coworker “A” comes in this morning and asked us “Did you get any special surprises for Valentine’s Day?” Coworker “B” responds that she got a dozen roses from her husband and I reply that we don’t observe Valentine’s Day. So Coworker “A” (who has a daughter just a few years younger than me) starts telling us about her surprise….“I was having a bad day yesterday, so when I got home I just went and laid on the couch. I heard my husband come in a while later and go straight up stairs. When he didn’t come down, I went to see what he was doing.” In a very excited voice she continued “he got me one of those 4 1/2 ft teddy bears and had it sitting on our bed!!!! It is so ADORABLE”. Now at this point I am trying really hard to be supportive, but those things are creepy and why does an adult need a giant teddy bear or a small one for that matter! So she keeps on and finally asks me “Don’t you think they are so cute?” Decision time, do I lie or say what I really think about them? Well, Thank You red face and stuttering mouth, you gave me away. I tried to politely; if that’s even possible, say that I think they are a little creepy. Thank God she started laughing, apparently the joke was on me! She had overheard me talking to coworker “B” the other day about these bears and thought it would be funny to use against me! I mean have you seen the Vermont Bear Commercial, it’s ridiculous. And PS Vermont Bears, no woman is going to throw out chocolate like that!
I tell you that story, to say this; what is it about Valentine’s Day that really makes you feel special? Now, before you get offended by anything I am about to say, know this. I support love, I support happiness, and all things that make you feel good about your relationship.
Dougo and I choose not to observe the “hallmark holiday” as we call it. We have been together for 10 years now and will celebrate our 9th anniversary this coming May. There was a time in my life when Valentine’s Day meant something to me. A time when I wanted the candy, teddy bears and flowers, then I met my husband. Don’t get me wrong, we have our bad days, but we have a love to last a life time. Maybe it’s a product of getting older, maybe it’s that I am not a “girlie” girl, or maybe it’s just that I am too practical, but overpriced flowers and candy that are the expected social norm don’t scream special to me. I just can’t buy into something that society says “if your man doesn’t do this, this and this, he doesn’t love you enough”. I mean that is the message right. And “we” buy in to it. How many times have you heard a woman complain because she didn’t get the thing she wanted or the right flowers, jewelry, etc.? How many times have “we” set the guy up for failure or just been disappointed when maybe we aren’t with our loved one at some romantic restaurant because work gets in the way? I am not a total Scrooge, I did buy Aida Valentine’s for her school mates and as she gets older I will probably do something for her like my mom did for us. I just feel that there is no material possession that my husband could ever buy that would make me feel more love than just hearing “I love you” any day of the year. Buying me flowers doesn’t show me how much you love me, it just says that you watched a tv commercial. The stuffed animals, what is that? I am an adult. I don’t need a stuffed animal. Okay, you got me on the chocolate, I wouldn’t turn chocolate down if my life depended on it (but you better make it Hershey’s)!!! Again, if this is the day that makes you feel like you are on cloud nine with your love then I support you, everyone should feel that love. For me, Valentine’s Day just makes me feel like just another number, I would be just another person that got flowers, no different from any of the rest. Of course we don’t buy each other Christmas presents either, maybe I just have a thing against organized “give your spouse a gift day”! J

In case you have never seen it, here is the "awesome" Vermont Bears Commercial
 

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