My hottie husband treats me really, really well every day.
That’s not a brag, either. We all deserve to have partners who love us and treat us like we are the cat’s meow, don’t we?
So why do I feel just a little bit bitchy if we don’t “do” the Valentine’s Day thing? I mean, I’ll take 365 days of an amazing husband over one day of flowers and candy any time. And I don’t really want to go to an overcrowded restaurant on amateur night, nor do I want him to spend $75 bucks on a $25 bouquet of flowers.
I guess I’m just as vulnerable as the next girl to the media’s expectation of romance. But I don’t want to be.
In fact, last year, I splurged on a couple’s massage for the two of us, envisioning a mid-week rendezvous while the girls were home doing schoolwork.
In reality… We rushed out the door into a cold, rainy night. The massage was a bit awkward, as our therapists communicated by whispering in our ears so as not to disturb our partners. So exhausted from our long days, we both fell asleep on our massage table. To top it off, instead of a post-massage glass of wine and make-out session, we wiped the drool from our sheet-creased faces and stumbled home in a stupor. All in all, it was really a creepy, somewhat un-fulfilling experience.
True romance isn’t reserved for one cold day in mid-February. True romance is making a smoothie for your partner every single morning without complaint, even if you don’t really want to. Or, cleaning the kitchen every single night after Hurricane Tania obliterates it (yet again). And even staying up late to help your honey prepare for an early morning meeting.
What do you think?