Valentine’s Day is behind us, and without a blink, the stores have tucked away items for next year or marked down canodies and chocolates. For those who are still sulking about not having a Valentine on Tuesday, please stop. You have been single the last 45 days of 2017, and before that there was a whole 365 days to get prepared. On a more compassionate side, ladies and gentleman… it is just one day.
And rightfully so, I am so GLAD it’s over. And this has nothing to do with the fact that I’m “single.” Because quite honestly, I have been single for quite a few of them, and I have never been more happy to be single and in love with who I am. In fact others feel just like me. According to a National Survey, indicated that 72% of singles enjoy Valentine’s Day and 50% of singles are proud of their single status on Valentine’s Day. Moreover, 24% of singles add to the hype of Valentine’s Day purchases by buying gifts for themselves. And, if any of the “singulars” are anything like me…. you just continued to move forward with your routine. After all, it was Tuesday and I had some consulting to do.
But Valentine’s Day really made me do some serious reflecting on my love life, and my dissatisfaction with Valentine’s Day overall. I discovered that even though I absolutely adore the gifts and seeing the posts on social media of couples across the world celebrating LOVE, I really could care less to receive anything or cater to the hype. And this is not to barrage anyone with my feelings that “Valentine’s Day should be everyday,” but I can admit that I unDENYably just don’t like to celebrate Valentine’s Day.
My love affair began and ended with Cupid when I was in middle school. Yes, middle school. Am I harboring feelings from childhood wounds? Probably. Do I care? Not at all. But I remember being in middle school and celebrating my FIRST Valentine’s Day. Let me just say that while I’m a sure fire hot mom with the MILF status….(you don’t have to agree, but I own my sexy)… I was quite the Ugly Betty back in the day. I was a tomboy beyond no compare, and I HATED to actually wear clothes that showed my feminine frame. I was an athlete by all definitions. I enjoyed wearing hats and basketball shorts or sweat pants, baggy jeans and big shirts, and my hair…. ugh, I dreaded going to Ms. Maggie’s Beauty Shop. So, yeah I wasn’t at all lined up to receive Valentine’s Day gifts from the boys at school.
….So I thought…
Enter the boy I will call “MJ”. MJ was my buddy. We played sports in the same recreation league and we became fast friends. We talked in class and even exchanged phone numbers to talk after school. You can imagine how geeked I was when he asked me about what to get a girl for Valentine’s Day at lunch on February 13th. I was so excited when I shared ideas… balloons, card, a rose, and candy. Ooh… and small bear. MJ seemed like he was taking some good notes too because he thanked me and told me he would see me at school the next day.
So that night, I asked my dad to run me to the store so I could get a gift for MJ. Something cool to let him know how much I would appreciate the gift he was going to give me. I picked up a funny card and a box of chocolates. I mean after all, it was a boy. This day wasn’t about him. So the next day, I went to school, met MJ at his locker. We talked sports stuff, and then when the bell rang to get to class I reached into my backpack to grab his chocolates and card.
Now, MJ didn’t know that I saw him getting off the bus with my gift, but I figured that he stuffed it in his locker for the end of the day. Keeps people from asking questions about who gave me a gift, right? Smart move and I was eager all day.
Did I mention, I actually dressed up for Valentine’s Day in real girl clothes…which by definition was the dress shirt and sweater vest combo and a pair of jeans and clogs…. you get the point. MIDDLE SCHOOL! UGLY BETTY. Ooh… and I even tried to press out my hair!
Anyway, the end of the day came… and I headed over to MJ’s locker to get my gift. As I was walking up, guess what happened?
MJ was handing my gift over to “Elizabeth!” That B!+%=H STOLE MY VALENTINE’S DAY GIFT! She gave MJ a hug and thanked him as she added his gift to the handful of gifts she received. Yes, she was super pretty and all the boys liked her. He must have felt so accomplished to take a number in line because he had the biggest grin on his face.
I turned around and headed back down the hall, pretending to not hear him as he called my name.
That afternoon, I went home and cried my poor little eyes out. it was the first time I had ever cried over a boy (except for that time when Cortland Finnegan didn’t want me to play on the football team – yeah….I’m calling him out!).
Anyway, my dad came home from work, and asked me the infamous “What’s wrong daughty?” I told him about my heartbreaking moment, and he laughed at me. Seriously! He said that MJ was a short little wimp anyway and I could take him in both football and basketball so I shouldn’t cry. I dried up my face, because my dad was right….sorta.
I didn’t talk to MJ much after that. Eventually, we weren’t as cool, and I moved to another state after middle school so who knows where he is today. I never looked at Valentine’s Day the same. Even though I did have some REALLY awesome Valentines from high school and into adulthood, I have never quite forgotten how hurt I felt on my FIRST Valentine’s Day.
And I have received some pretty good gifts over the years, many of which I still have and cherish the memory. I am thankful and happily exchange gifts, if my guy wants, and if he doesn’t it’s okay too.
To my followers…. now that Valentine’s Day is over…. what is your favorite or least favorite memory of Valentine’s Day? Do you remember the FIRST Valentine’s Day you celebrated with a crush or boyfriend/girlfriend? Leave me your memories below.
And remember…. SELF-LOVE is LOVE we should celebrate on Valentine’s Day too!