In my more youthful days, this was both an exciting and a nerve-racking day.
I received a number of cards over the years – usually from girls that were already actually dating – but the exciting ones were those from the “unknown admirer” that came in the post or were left on the desk at work for me to find when I came in.
And it was exciting: “I have an admirer… who could it be?”
It could also be embarrassing: “Hey Masher, I see you got a Valentines card. Do you know who it’s from? Is it your mum again?”
Of course, it wasn’t from my mum.
Again.
And later on, the current Mrs Masher and I continued with this romantic soppiness, for several years. even after we were married. But, it fizzled out after a while. Seemed a bit pointless spending several quid on a bit of card just to say “I Love You”, when I could actually say it to her face, for free.
And it felt daft taking her out to a restaurant, and paying Valentine’s Day prices, when we were already going out to eat a couple of times a week anyway.
And so it just kind of got forgotten about.
She has gone into work this morning and neither of us even thought to mention it, before she left.
I used to pay homage to the occasion that is VD. But the current good lady wife and I have an agreement not to bother with such fripperies. So we don’t. But she made me bacon cobs this morning so… 🙂
Bacon cobs? That’s true love, that is!
We still go with it. 15 years and counting. So we bought each other a card but I forgot to write it so she didn’t get hers until we got up. And we got a take away meal for tonight because we probably would have gone out but not to a restaurant that put it’s prices up. But we don’t bother with presents anymore. I can’t afford it!
You soppy git.
A takeaway? That’s showing a girl a good time, that is.
same here 🙂