Well, it's another St. Valentine's Day, and you, once again, get to be my valentine. Don't be coy, you know you want it.
This holiday has always made me uncomfortable. When Red was alive, it was the feeling that you had to do something...buy overpriced gifts or eat mediocre at a too-busy restaurant. Now that I am without a valentine, I feel as if I should skulk in the shadows, as my bouquets sent to my co-workers pile up at the front desk. Why, I wonder, do people feel they have to send their loved ones flowers at work. An ostentatious display of their love, I guess.
I was listening to NPR, and commentator Lori Gottlieb was being interviewed about an article of hers in the Atlantic Monthly. About how women should settle for Mr. Good Enough, and stop searching for Mr. Right. She correctly pointed out that many marriages based on passion fizzle and burn themselves out quickly, and that a more practical and pragmatic attitude toward marriage may lead to a happier and more satisfying union.
I guess that would presupposed that you wanted the marriage state (for practical reasons: better health, combined finances, someone else to walk the dog?) I don't see it that way. If I were to get married, I'd have to really, really be into that person. Otherwise, why bother.
That's my take, anyway.
Happy Feb. 14, My Funny Valentines.
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