I know my friends are expecting me to write something sarcastic about Valentine’s Day-
Like it is a holiday only celebrated by Douche bags and Douche baguettes.
I don’t have anything against romance and love. In fact, I live my life everyday romancing myself 
I will buy myself flowers. I will get a beautiful bottle of Bordeaux and some dark chocolate and put on some Otis Redding, just for me. I will go and buy myself something from Victoria’s Secret…just for me.
I guess over the years, I learned to start doing it for myself instead of expecting it from someone else.
I am a huge believer in romance.
What I am not a believer in, is seeing men perform like circus acts on the 14th of February.
OR seeing women do something for their men that could be considered a “special treat” because it is Valentines Day.
I was talking to a married guy friend of mine and Valentine’s Day was brought up in the conversation.
He was genuinely excited about the day and I sat there thinking, “Wow…this is the first man I have seen really getting into it.”
My bubble of delusion was burst minutes later to find that what he was excited about was getting a steak and (how can I say this lady like?)….his wife visiting the land down under…and I am not talking about Australia.
I have always wondered why men don’t catch on and make their lives better for themselves.
If they get that on February 14th their women show up for them in ways they would like her to show up all the time…maybe they should take a look at why.
And maybe women should take a look at why they feel like being more sexy and demonstrative of that on February 14th.
Could it be if men took the time and initiative to practice their romance skills throughout the year, women would take the time to give men what is important to them?
Women compare men to dogs all the time…but even dogs get that when they are rewarded for something they want to do it again.
Men want to be Kings of countries and providences…of their work and what they put their hand to…but Romance King? Don’t really see a lot men going for that crown.
And women…don’t want to take the time to learn what men like and what they really want. No…most women want men to mimic them sexually and tell themselves over and over that “some men” are like that, but not their man.
What comes first? Who gives in? Is that what Valentine’s day…the mass propaganda Valentine’s day marketed by Hallmark and Jewelry stores really represents?
Do I want flowers and to be taken to a nice dinner? Sure…what woman doesn’t?
I would just prefer it to be on June 11th or September 21st…instead of the predictable- do it because if I don’t I am gonna be a total tool- February 14th.
In my twenties I truly cared and expected the tap dance performed on VDAY. I bought into it and it mattered to me.
In my thirties, what matters to me is giving to myself first and foremost the kind of romance I expect from a man.
And, learning about men and being open enough to accept what I learn. Not only accept, but respect it.
In my thirties, I would rather show my love and adoration for someone in the moments when my heart feels so overwhelmed, I have to let it out. And I hope that those moments are often, not only on a day in February,
There… that wasn’t too jaded was it?:)
Happy Valentine’s day- make it last all year long!
I know my friends are expecting me to write something sarcastic about Valentine’s Day-
Like it is a holiday only celebrated by Douche bags and Douche baguettes.
I don’t have anything against romance and love. In fact, I live my life everyday romancing myself
I will buy myself flowers. I will get a beautiful bottle of Bordeaux and some dark chocolate and put on some Otis Redding, just for me. I will go and buy myself something from Victoria’s Secret…just for me.
I guess over the years, I learned to start doing it for myself instead of expecting it from someone else.
I am a huge believer in romance.
What I am not a believer in, is seeing men perform like circus acts on the 14th of February.
OR seeing women do something for their men that could be considered a “special treat” because it is Valentines Day.
I was talking to a married guy friend of mine and Valentine’s Day was brought up in the conversation.
He was genuinely excited about the day and I sat there thinking, “Wow…this is the first man I have seen really getting into it.”
My bubble of delusion was burst minutes later to find that what he was excited about was getting a steak and (how can I say this lady like?)….his wife visiting the land down under…and I am not talking about Australia.
I have always wondered why men don’t catch on and make their lives better for themselves.
If they get that on February 14th their women show up for them in ways they would like her to show up all the time…maybe they should take a look at why.
And maybe women should take a look at why they feel like being more sexy and demonstrative of that on February 14th.
Could it be if men took the time and initiative to practice their romance skills throughout the year, women would take the time to give men what is important to them?
Women compare men to dogs all the time…but even dogs get that when they are rewarded for something they want to do it again.
Men want to be Kings of countries and providences…of their work and what they put their hand to…but Romance King? Don’t really see a lot men going for that crown.
And women…don’t want to take the time to learn what men like and what they really want. No…most women want men to mimic them sexually and tell themselves over and over that “some men” are like that, but not their man.
What comes first? Who gives in? Is that what Valentine’s day…the mass propaganda Valentine’s day marketed by Hallmark and Jewelry stores really represents?
Do I want flowers and to be taken to a nice dinner? Sure…what woman doesn’t?
I would just prefer it to be on June 11th or September 21st…instead of the predictable- do it because if I don’t I am gonna be a total tool- February 14th.
In my twenties I truly cared and expected the tap dance performed on VDAY. I bought into it and it mattered to me.
In my thirties, what matters to me is giving to myself first and foremost the kind of romance I expect from a man.
And, learning about men and being open enough to accept what I learn. Not only accept, but respect it.
In my thirties, I would rather show my love and adoration for someone in the moments when my heart feels so overwhelmed, I have to let it out. And I hope that those moments are often, not only on a day in February,
There… that wasn’t too jaded was it?:)
Happy Valentine’s day- make it last all year long!