Can I please just get a little bit of love? Commercialised disgrace to the human art of trueness, media hyped, shameless marketing ploy love?!
It's Valentines Day and I'm sitting in a bistro, working on my iPad and having a bite while I wait for schools to finish so I can fetch my niece. I am not single, but that doesn't mean that giant bunches of red roses, secret love notes and romantic treasure hunts on the beach are in my immediate future. My husband, like many men out there, doesn't believe in V-Day. He thinks it's all a ploy. A great big conspiracy to seperate him from his hard earned cash. He thinks V-Day'ers would have his true loving nature extracted from the widely expected acts of romance, and find him wanting. Basically, he's the hostage in this drama and doesn't enjoy the demands for Proof Of Love.
Don't get me wrong. I don't feel ill done by at all by his refusal to adhere to the social-herding of heart shaped chocolates and synthetic stuffed animals. I don't feel cheated out of romance, because he is a very sweet man and really does show his feelings for me all the time. He loves me very much, as much as I love him, and I have no reason to doubt it. I don't need anything more, I have him. Two peas in a pod.
So in the days leading up to this auspicious 14th day of February, we the peas sat around chuckling to ourselves when other couples faught over what they will do. We smiled knowingly at those poor fools booking fancy, overpriced resturants to eat fancy, overpriced dinners while they gaze nervously into eachothers eyes, hoping that 'this' gesture was enough. We felt sorry for those who's wallets will be ransacked by old cupid, brandishing his arrow aimed right at their hearts.
Our Valentines day dinner will be prepared together in our kitchen, and eaten outside in our own garden over a bottle of something chilled and perfect. I might throw in a candle or two and a cute little checkered picnic blanket to give it a tiny bit of flair, but at the end of the day, we do this kind of thing quite often. So Valentines Schmalentines.
But as they say, pride comes before a fall. And as I sit here, waiting in the bistro, having a bite to eat...I can't help feeling a little let down by my servers for not including a tiny heart-shaped chocolate on my plate, or a heart shaped milky-pattern in my coffee. I feel that an opportunity was missed. And damnit, like those silly little reindeer earrings at Christmas time and the baby gold lindt bunnies that make me happy at Easter, I want a tiny little bit of that V-Day love too!
Maybe next year...
Love, lust and fairy-star-dust
Cherry Blossom
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