I never had a significant other growing up, not that I felt I needed one. I was the girl who got repeatedly turned down when asking guys to the Sadie Hawkins dances. I went to a total of 2 formal dances in High School, one I conscripted the guy whose locker was next to mine into taking me, and the other guy was a friend I actually had a crush on. He was very kind and very blunt when he said, “I have no romantic interest in you” but hey, he took me to the dance, so things were good.
After graduating and moving from my hometown, I became a prep cook at a fancy 4-star restaurant and worked every Valentine’s day. I lamented to my brother about my lack of relationships. He said romance (and friends) were overrated. My mother tried to encourage me and told me someday, I’d have more romance than what I’d know what to do with.
I chuckle a bit at that, because now, some 16 years later, I’ve learned something about myself.
Don’t get the wrong impression. For the past 10 years of Valentine’s days, he’s doted on me with flowers and seafood and chocolate dipped strawberries and peanut M & M’s (good grief, I love those things). I squeal and relish it all.
Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite days of the year.
But stuff like long eye-holding gazes across the table or quiet strolls through nature’s beauty… That’s not us. Our romance is sprawling on the couch talking World of Warcraft/TV Shows, or trying to find a way to escape the noxious gas cloud he let loose in the kitchen, or thinking up new and clever ways to exchange innuendos while keeping all those around us in the dark.
He keeps me sane when I’m emotionally breaking down over this or that. We never argue. Our disagreements include the value of skirts/folding socks/where not to leave my Red Bull cans. My daughter has commented about us “fighting again” which includes my husband tickling me and laughing manically, and me shrieking and elbowing him in the ribs.
We have a pretty ideal relationship. And I just want to say, I love this guy.
Happy Valentine’s Day from the Town’s End to you. What do you think of the new red hair color?