the rix mix

A blogger I regularly read wrote yesterday that he wasn't "feeling" Valentine's Day. But he's smart enough to know it only matters that he remember his wife feels it. I don't think women give a hoot how men feel about it, as long as men come up with the flowers, the chocolates, the cute teddy bear, dinner at a fav restaurant (not necessarily the expensive one - they might prefer the burger & beer place on this day).

I'm not qualified to give advice on long-term relationships, but I know my holidays.

Women don't mind getting valentines from lots of men. I post a bunch online. Some women remember Valentine's Day in grammar school, when everyone passed around those cheap cards that came in packages, & they counted their cards & were delighted when they received more than other girls.

If a guy does too much,  his lover may wonder why he can't demonstrate a fraction of that on an ordinary day. If you give your girl two-dozen flamboyant roses on Valentine's Day but never surprise her with her preferred candy bar just because you remembered when you were in Quik Chek, you have no sense of proportionality.

Dismissing a woman's love of sentiment is not the way to go. Hatin' on the traditions of Valentine's Day doesn't get a guy off-the-hook; if anything, it makes the day difficult. Those guys don't know what to do - the radio is filled with commercials aimed at them before Valentine's Day, & sometimes they end up giving stupid "sexy" red undies to women who like flannel jammies & wish you'd wear socks on your ice cold feet when you got into bed.

I realized for the first time this year that I may have been conceived on Valentine's Day. It's quite possible my parents left my three siblings in the care of my grandmother & dined at Spirito's, the inexpensive restaurant they had been patronizing since their dating days, & which is still in business here in the Peterstown section of Elizabeth NJ.

Labels: holidays, postcard