A Real Conversation

Date: February 13, 2012

Me - “I’m heading into town to pick up some Valentine’s things for the kids”

Spouse - Long groan - as if in stomach pain, “Oh my God is Valentine’s Day tomorrow?”

Me - “Yes”

• Translation - Valentine’s Day has always been on February 14th.  Every year since you were born, and more importantly, every year since we have been dating/married since 1987.  It is not like Easter which is tied to some random, dubious religious myth, it is always February 14th.

Spouse - “I’m buried and getting on a flight in a couple of hours, there is no way I will have time to get anything”

Me - “That’s ok, I will get cards and small gifts from both of us for the kids.  Valentine’s Day is a manufactured holiday by Hallmark, I don’t need anything - really.  And please, no chocolate.” 

• Translation - (I already consumed a bag of hershey kisses yesterday) I am truly sympathetic to his lack of time and agree that it is a lame holiday that puts undue pressure on the already overwhelmed male psyche.  And if at other points throughout the year, romanticism was prioritized, it might be ok to overlook the processed holiday that V-Day has become.  However, that is decidedly not the case.  He did propose on February 13th, exactly 20 years ago - thus acknowledging and in some way rebuffing the holiday all at once.   His relationship with Valentine’s Day has been strangled ever since.

Spouse - “Ok thanks”

Me - “No problem.”

• Translation - Disappointed again.  Why do I set myself up for this?  As a reader of both the male and female brain books, I know that men cannot read our thoughts and are not on the same frequency as women.  In the back of my feminine brain, I knew this was going to happen, yet I continue to maintain some hope that things will change.  That some year in the future, in early February a bell will go off in his head (or on his calendar) that says, “hey - a romantic holiday is coming up and perhaps I should prepare myself with some token of affection - or pick up the phone and make a reservation.”   For now, I continue my work on the next generation in the hopes that my son will be thoughtful, romantic, and check his calendar where his mother has placed alerts for the next 20 years.