Happy Valentine's Day

Today is Valentine’s Day. I woke up to a text from the New Marine saying “Happy Valentine’s Day”. He also sent me a picture of him in his uniform as he’s on duty right now. It’s cute how sweet and thoughtful he is. (and how good he looks in a uniform!!) And it’s my luck that he’s clear across the country. But, as is becoming extremely evident, I don’t do things the easy way. I’d probably lose interest if he were here and doing nice things. I’ve never really been into Valentine’s Day. Like, I don’t get sad that I’m alone and don’t have a date. I think it’s kind of a cheesy holiday. It’s a day that forces people to be all lovey dovey and do nice things. Guys have to buy flowers and chocolates. Doesn’t that take the meaning out of it? I don’t want a guy to buy me flowers cause he has to. I want him to buy me flowers cause he wants to. On a random Tuesday. “Hey honey. I appreciate and love you and wanted to bring you a bouquet of daisies.” Like, that’s the special stuff. That’s what really gets a girl’s heart fluttering. Not “Here, have some roses cause the calendar told me I had to.” I’d rather not get presents than get them because he felt forced into it. It’s just a case of going through the motions. I guess the good thing about it is that it forces people to slow down and make sure they’re not taking their loved ones for granted. But, I’m more appreciative of smaller gestures. My man bringing me Gatorade when I’m sick or rubbing my shoulders after a stressful day or texting me randomly to just say he was thinking about me is worth more than a box of chocolates on Valentine’s Day. I would be fine ignoring the holiday if I had a boyfriend. Ok, I guess that’s not entirely true. I guess I’m excited about my Scrabble date with the Marine. And I did think it’s cute he texted me first thing this morning. But, if those things hadn’t/didn’t occur, I wouldn’t be too bummed. It’s just another Sunday in my book. I’m going to do the same things I do every Sunday: watch tv, study, think about cleaning my apartment, watch tv and study. I wonder if I’ll hear from the Fireman Cop today? I’m guessing I won’t, cause he’ll think it’s awkward to call me on Valentine’s Day. See, not only does today remind most girls that we’re single, but it also hurts our chances of having a date. It takes the whole day, and possibly few surrounding days, off of the map. A guy won’t want to take a girl out when he’s just started seeing her. He won’t want her to read into it. And he’ll feel awkward, not knowing if he should take her somewhere nice, buy her flowers, etc. And he won’t want to call her, cause that could lead to awkward situations. So, I’m not counting on hearing from Fireman Cop today. I’m desperately trying to follow the rules here. I’m not calling or texting him. If he’s interested, he’ll call. That’s my new motto. Looks like I did actually learn something during my dating hiatus. So, happy Valentine’s Day to everyone. If you need me I’ll be watching movies at home and working on my opening statement for my Trial Practice class. And playing Scrabble with a cute Marine. And even though I’m kind of anti-Valentine’s Day, I may treat myself to a burrito at Chipotle in celebration. And maybe I’ll go to CVS and buy a box of chocolate that’s 50% off.