Valentines Day 2013.
Saint Valentine. Apparently he was a Christian romantic who when the Roman Emperor decided that single men made better soldiers than married ones, continued to perform marriages in secret for young lovers. Legend would imply that he fell in love with his jailor's daughter before he was martyred and wrote her a farewell note that was signed, From your Valentine.
Whatever is truth and whatever is legend, you can look at February 14 in two ways. One: it's an overrated Hallmark holiday where everything from dinner to flowers to chocolates cost double or triple the normal price. I saw single roses going for $10 today. That's insane.
On the other side of the coin, I'm a romantic, and I tend to think any holiday that celebrates Love can't be all that bad. This morning, I woke up to two messages from my girlfriends saying Happy Valentines Day. I got to work and Liz had left a heartshaped box of chocolates on my desk. I had lunch with Stuart (heart!) and came home to a card under my door from Krista that was covered in hearts and said "Who needs men when we have cocktails and chocolate". So true. Lindsay called me tonight to tell me she loved me and her boyfriend sent me a happy v-day message.
So? No date tonight. Successful Valentine's Day? Yes. It's been a long time coming. Love, true love, without boundaries, conditions or restrictions, is not the easiest thing in the world to find. But I think the biggest tragedy would be to stop believing in it. As for me, I got a bottle of red, ordered pizza and watched a movie, had a low-key date with Margaux who needed someone to cut her a little slack and give her a time-out from the oh-so-stressful real world out there.
Love is great, wherever it comes from. But don't forget, to love oneself is the beginning of a life-long romance. Fall in Love.
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