It's Valentine's Day. The ladies at work are dressed in red, and I'm drinking red and black Monster through a pink straw. (I'd take a pic if I had a decent phone.)
Like everything else these days, it seems that everyone either loves this holiday or hates it. I'm not enthusiastic nor jaded, I just feel sort of melancholy. D and I have been married for like a dozen years, we're poor, and we have two young children, so a romantic dinner date ain't happening. I'm still obligated to buy her a heart-shaped box of candy, but she doesn't necessarily care if I do so today (for full price) or on the 16th (for 80% off).
When I was a freshman in high school, I had a crush on this very tall blonde senior girl who looked a lot like Uma Thurman. (I actually had a thing for two girls named Liz, and so I referred to this one as "Uma Liz")
Uma Liz was waaaay out of my league and I knew it... but that didn't stop me from chasing her down in the hallway and handing her a Valentine's Day card. She seemed to appreciate the gesture, and I walked away satisfied. If she did laugh as she ripped up the card and threw it in the garbage, at least she was nice enough to wait until I was out of sight.
I probably have other random V-Day memories stored somewhere but I'm at work right now so I can't brain at the moment. Instead, I will share one of my favorite love songs with you guys. I can't play it for my wife, she hates Snow Patrol.
Happy Valentine's day everyone!