I Win!!!

I win the "worst Valentine's Day gift ever" distinction!   I will tell you about that in a bit.

First of all....Happy Valentine's Day to my lovely, ladies who blog with me.  I know so many of you just read to add humor to your day, because no one can really live such a silly life.  Others, relate to my mountains and valleys, and no I am not talking about my bra size or deep, flat belly...Lol!  Some of you are curious and delightfully engaged.  I thank all of you for your time and comments.  This blog is my diary, and definitely a source of therapy....girlfriend therapy!!!!

Okay are you ready...I am going to set up the environment first.  It is 1985.  I am 20 years old.  I am cute not gorgeous, but I have energy and a free spirit.  I have had some wild and crazy times in my life socially.  My dates have been in my opinion handsome and drove great cars.  We drove around playing AC/DC  and Pat Benatar Music.  They were all losers but hey then I wasn't picky.

So I have met this "man".  He is my boss.  He is serious about life and a future.  He loves classical music and Country music.  He drives a sensible Plymouth compact car.  He is clean but still dresses in the 70's of sorts.  Blue jeans and button up shirts.  His hair is long not like the cool rock stars but more like Greg Brady.  He is precious in my eyes though and I want to know him more and more.  Our dating life included movies like Amadeus, motorcyle rides to the lake for picture taking opportunities, and trips to the foothills/mountains.  

Okay, so it is Valentines Day 1985.  Kevin had moved to San Francisco and I was spending some time at my father's house.  He was driving 2 hours to see me on Valentine's Day.  I of course was dressed, fresh and cute...I had on my brightest red lipstick..I was making a statement.   I knew he was going to do something traditional.  I had never really celebrated Valentines Day with candy and flowers.  I was so excited.  

In walks the biggest plastic balloon that said "I love you this much with hands spread".  That was weird because he hadn't and didn't say "I love you" then.  In fact it was several more months.  So the gift was cute but not that meaning full.  Then he gives me some gorgeous and I mean beautiful red tulips.  I loved them but hey what about roses!!!!  I have learned to prefer tulips, because next to Gardenias they are my favorite flowers.  But hey this girl was expecting tradition!!!  But then there it was... a beautiful heart shaped candy box.  It had ribbons, lace, silk flowers, and all the "tacky" frill...and I loved it.  I had never and I mean never received a heart box of candy before, not even from my mom.  My sweet gentle man handed me this box as I snuggled next to him.  I was shaking as I removed the top.  I remember giving him a big kiss prior to opening it.  Ladies, this was the man.  He feed my need for romance.  I was his princess!! His eyes are on me the whole time I am opening it to share a precious chocolate with him.  






THERE WAS NO "DARN" CHOCOLATE IN IT!  However, there was a thought felt poem he wrote me in it!  Who gives a "Fritter"?  I wanted chocolate!!!  AAUUGGGHHHH!  I read the piece of paper put on the smile and tried not to choke him.  He proudly said he ate all the chocolates because I wouldn't of wanted them anyway.  He wanted to display his poem in the box.  How creative of him...yeah right!!!!  

Girlfriends, the disappointment was huge.  By the next year when I was more comfortable with this "man", he got an ear full.  He never bought me another box of chocolates though.  I am still waiting.  I did get gorgeous flowers, jewelry, and expensive dinners out.  

Kevin turned out to be the man of my dreams.  He wasn't "joe cool".  He was and is the most loyal, honest, and genuine human being I had/have ever met.  When he gave me his heart, it was never taken back.  He went the beat of his own drum.  He was "Kevin" not to be anything but his self.  I found that attractive in some odd way.  When I was with him, it was about me.  He was about me and him.  He didn't care about what other people thought or if they approved.  It was about us.  He wanted nothing more than to please, serve and relate to me.  He was like no other person I have ever known.  I married the man two years later, February 28, 1987.

PS: I never got roses either until the birth of my first son in 1989.

Have a wonderful Valentine's day my girlfriends.  I love you truly and keep on with the comments.  "Bring it On!".  I wish I could send you all heart shaped boxes of chocolate, but for now, it's ironic but I can only enclose "words".  Lol!  Life is funny.  

GOD LOVES YOU AND SO DO I! acf