Okay, so my Valentine's Day was hijacked this year. That's okay, that's what "Plan B" is for.
My wife and I play this little game where she says something like, "You don't need to do anything for me for Valentine's Day. It means more when you do something for me that's not expected." And I play along and pretend that I could actually do nothing on February 14th to commemorate our love, and get away with it.
Of course, the true romantic wants to separate himself from the pack by being unique, but, while unique, doing nothing for your wife for Valentine's Day makes you stand out in an undesirable way. Consequently, I usually plan something modest (but original) for the Day of Love, and look for opportunities throughout the year to more fully demonstrate my love for her.
This year, however, my modest plans were derailed when my son bought my wife chocolates and took her out on a "date", and my wife prepared a roast for supper when I had hoped to whisk her away to a restaurant.
Rather than try to force the issue, and cause an unpleasant, uncomfortable evening, I decided to shelve "Project Cupid" for a later date.
Surprise! Today is the day!
And now that the flowers you bought are dead, the candy is gone, and the romantic meal is forgotten in a sea of Hamburger Helper, the rest of you guys are gonna look thoughtless!
