I love reading the Sunday New York Times. I look forward to it all week. Sometimes it takes me the better part of the week to get through it all, but I read it from cover to cover. Every section. Well that’s not entirely true. I don’t read the sports section. Occasionally I skim it, but I don’t even do that all the time.
What I never miss, though, are the wedding announcements. Why, God only knows. I don’t know any of the brides and grooms. So why should I give a toss that they’re getting married, where they’re getting married, who their parents are or what any of
them do for a living.
But I do, it seems.
Does this mean I’m a real nosy parker? A hopeless romantic? Someone who needs a
Stop. No gagging. Despite what you may think, this post has NOTHING to do with the movie, of the same name. And this is the one and only time I will mention Ryan O’Neal. I PROMISE. It’s Valentines Day. Which I don’t particularly want to discuss. So what’s left? If I’m not going to talk about V-Day, I HAVE to talk about love. Don’t I?
It’s not that I’m anti romance. It’s just that really, Valentines Day isn’t about romance. In fact most men’s credit cards probably get more action than they do. Because Valentines Day is about spending money. Buying cards. Buying flowers. Buying chocolate. Buying perfume. Buying lingerie. Buying jewelry. Buying champagne.
So nobody loves Valentines Day more than shop keepers, banks and credit card issuers. It wouldn’t surprise me to hear they love cupid more than they love their spouses.
There’s more to my lack of enchantment with Valentines Day, though. For a start, who wants hearts and flowers just one day a year? Do you really thinks a bunch of posies or a box of bonbons or even a little, blue box from Tiffany’s on February 14, gets you off the hook for the rest of the year? I don’t think so.
I can’t speak for the menfolk, but I do know what women want. And it’s NOT a guy who waits all year, for Hallmark to Continue reading →