I’ve got a new Valentine this year. And it’s Valentines Day.
I used to treat Valentine’s Day like New Year’s Eve–I’d bury my head under the pillows and wait for the whole thing to pass. Flowers die, chocolate truffles are fattening, and expensive dinners are, well, out of my budget. I’d stay in my pajamas, reading Glamour Magazine till the clock struck midnight on February 15th. Valentine’s Day and me, we weren’t even acquaintances, let alone friends.
Today, Valentine’s Day and I are getting to know each other better. We’re only on our second date, but things seem to be moving along swell. I’m feeling hopeful. My Nice Boyfriend is a romantic, he likes flowers. I’ve decided chocolate covered strawberries are healthy. And sitting at the bar at a fancy restaurant is actually kind of cozy and cheap-ish. Maybe Valentine’s Day isn’t so bad, after all.
Valentine’s Day, will you be my Valentine?