Here’s the thing: Provided you’re with the right person (and I firmly believe I am), Valentine’s Day is really, really easy. If you like flowers, which I do, and if you like eating out, which I do, what do you really have to complain about? Especially if you have an agreement (which Holly and I do) about going out on either the 13th or 15th, in order to avoid big crowds. The last time we went out on the 14th, Holly and I were seated at a two-top in a long, skinny line of other two-tops. I can’t remember what I was saying to Holly, but I noticed the guy at the table next to us lean in to his date and whisper, “Just a minute, I want to hear this.” That was it for me. But since we’ve moved it, I love it. The truth is, I’m a romantic. But life gets in the way. Things happen. I don’t get a lot of opportunities to act on it. So Valentine’s Day is just a really cool excuse/reminder for me to do that kind of stuff.
I think that if a guy really dreads Valentine’s Day, he’s either just with the absolute wrong person, or with a person whose expectations are totally out of whack (i.e., Mrs. “Diamonds-Are-a-Girl’s-Best-Friend”). But if you’ve got the right girl, it’s awesome.
Your turn. Are you a sucker for V-Day, too?