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Happy Valentine’s Day | Manolo for the Big Girl

Happy Valentine’s Day

I’m gonna be honest here gang, I am about the last person in the world who ought to hold forth on the subject of romance. The only time I have a romantic bone in my body is when…well, I’m not going to finish that sentence because my brother reads this blog (Hi kiddio!) but I think you get my meaning.

Case in point:

This morning I woke up with my face smashed against what I’m sure was once a very pretty carnation (one of my favorite scents in the world is spicy, peppery carnation) before my nocturnal alter ego, Kicky McFlailsalot, got to it. Then I followed a trail of far less abused flowers down the stairs of stately Villa Plumcake which led to a multimedia display of looooove, featuring hundreds of hand-cut paper hearts with “Miss Plumcake & Hot Latin Boy” strewn all over the kitchen, a floral arrangement that is 100% blissfully free of a single Perfunctory Red Rose of Phoned In-ness, and an enormous multi-layered silk-screened sign spanning the entire length of my kitchen.

I, on the other hand, got him a card that had glitter on it and wrote he could use it as an excuse to hug a stripper without me knowing about it.

Ain’t love grand.

What I’m saying is this: I still kind of think Valentine’s Day is lame and commercialized past the endurance of a block and is custom designed to separate the Haves from the Have Nots by method of dopey overpriced flowers delivered in public places (and not by family money and good bone structure, the way Jesus intended) but love, whether you’ve got someone to share it with or not, is a pretty big honking deal and there are worse things we could do than pay a little attention to it.

Love, like rain and chimichurri breath, falls on the just and the unjust alike. You meet someone, you act like you are brain damaged and maybe if you’re lucky they act like they’re brain damaged too and it’s all butterflies and Lisa Frank and then you settle down to the business of trying to be good to each other and not, say, sleep with the SCORCHING HOT TORERO-in-training who was giving you the total glad eye at the birria place across from Plaza Monumental even though you have wanted to hit one of those since you first read The Sun Also Rises when you were 16 and existentialist and hadn’t yet figured out that “damaged” is not the same as “interesting”.

Ahem. Just an example.

Anyone who has ever made it past the training wheels of puberty knows love isn’t always great, or easy or anything close to permanent. I don’t need to tell you that. But it’s pretty great all the same, so whether you’re lucky (and it IS luck) enough to have a partner or if you’re doin’ it for yourself this year, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Here’s to love, romance and pudgy dudes with wings and antiquated weaponry.

Oh, and if some of these fantastic animated interviews from StoryCorps don’t make you cry, you have no soul. But I still like you.

 

6 Responses to “Happy Valentine’s Day”

  1. Allison February 14, 2012 at 5:26 pm #

    Wow your guy is amazing! Happy v-day :)

  2. Arabella February 14, 2012 at 7:39 pm #

    I think I’ve only had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day once, and he was emphatically the Wrong Boy, as I found out not long afterwards. I’ve come to think of it more as the holiday, “Chocolate Sale Eve”, the day before all the candy goes on clearance. Best wishes to you and Hot Latin Boy, although I suspect that if you are reading the comments just at this moment, it is only because you are taking a brief breather from his Latin Hotness. :)

  3. Klee February 14, 2012 at 11:09 pm #

    Both you and Annie are very lucky women

  4. Thea February 15, 2012 at 2:45 am #

    Standing ovation for “Damaged” does not equal ‘Interesting” If only I’d figured that out years earlier

  5. ShortMeggy February 15, 2012 at 3:39 am #

    Ola! Manolobig,
    I know what you mean, There’s no one to celebrate with. I’m alone. I’m broke. I’m bored. And everywhere I go, I always see a girl and a guy together. It just makes me sick seeing those people together everywhere. It sucks. And all of my classmates got a present on Valentine’s Day and celebrate the holiday with a guy except for me. I mean, what can I do? I’m just a sick, jealous anti-valentine person. What can I do to be happy on Valentine’s Day???
    Catch you again soon!

  6. wildflower February 15, 2012 at 5:36 pm #

    Yesterday’s blogs and even news sites were pretty evenly divided between “Ain’t love grand?” and “We’re happily single and loving it!”

    I realized that I fall into neither of these categories. I’ve been happy in relationships, and I’ve been (and currently am) happy single. But I’ve never been happy TO BE in a relationship, and I’ve never been happy TO BE single.

    Happiness seems more a result of character than of circumstance. We all know people who should be happy but aren’t, and people who shouldn’t be happy but are.

    {{{hugs}}} to Meggy. What can you do? Buy *yourself* presents, fergoodnesssake!