This "holiday" has never meant much to me.
When I was younger it was just a day to see who could get the most candy. As I made my way into high school, the girls carrying flowers into class made me kinda nauseous. (Or maybe I was just jealous?)
It was my first Valentine's day that I actually was dating someone when I realized: this crap is for the birds. Perhaps I got my hopes up too much and that's why every V-day since then I've cringed. I've had guys give me gag gifts, used gift cards and nothing at all. One, in fact, said he shouldn't buy me anything because he was my gift. Say what?
Needless to say, my Valentine's tradition has become the following: 1- get home from work; 2- change into sweat pants; 3- pour a glass of bourbon; 4- watch my favorite movie: "Gone With the Wind."
And yesterday morning, that was my intention. I was living for quittin' time so I could trade my high heels for thick socks and my curled tresses for a ponytail. But..... that didn't happen.
The current code name informed me that we were going to dinner, causing me to cringe. When I told him my Valentine's tradition he laughed until he realized I was completely serious.
Sadly, though, he won.
Ok, I kinda enjoyed it. Can't lie.
