February 27, 2007
Proclamations, declarations
Love was in the air a couple of weeks back. How was your Valentine’s Day? I know a lot of people refuse to conform to the commercialism attached to it, but judging by the number of men who gave flower shops and jewelry stores a boost in income that day, V-Day is not going to disappear anytime soon. Men complain it’s too much pressure. Women expect to be surprised. Such is the set-up.
“Where are my roses? Where are the chocolates?” I told my husband in mock disappointment.
“First of all, you don’t like roses. Second of all, you don’t eat chocolates,” said he. He was right – I prefer daisies, and I don’t have a sweet tooth.
The husband and I did find alternatives for us to celebrate Valentine’s Day. I woke up with a card sitting in front of the computer. He received a poem via email at work that same morning. He treated me to dinner at a jazz bar and restaurant. I indulged him by hanging out at a music store where he tinkered around with toys for the big boys. The aforementioned events interspersed with sappy but sweet declarations of you-know-what.
Naive scribblings of young love on the bleachers of a basketball court. Remember the time you wrote your crush's name on the arm rest of your chair back in high school?