Growing up in a family of five kids we learned the art of sharing and compromise at an early age. When cake was involved the lesson was simple. One child cuts the cake and the other chooses their piece. I’d soon begin to break down this rule scraping off only the icing and offering the mass of cake to my brothers and try to negotiate a trade. Last 4th of July Ronda and I attended a barbecue with Sarah, Fe, Bryan and some of the K.C. Crew. R. and I spotted a mound of cupcakes. With a twinkle in our eyes I moved towards the plastic spoons and she reached for a cupcake. Several scrapes and licks later the cupcake was declared icing-less.
I’m always scraping the sweetness off life like I do cake.
Try as I may to hate today and all the consumer driven emphasis placed on the proclamation of love. I simply can’t, I’m a sucker for the holiday.
Earlier this evening while talking to Soleil we were discussing crushes and those we’ll never admit potential possibility. Admission of itself ‘round this circle of gals is enough to have Continental Airlines on speed dial.
Several weeks ago I looked at Kristina after Dr. Dreamy left the table,“You look happy. Really happy.”
Tossing her head back and laughing she joked, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Do we become more cautious as we age learning to tread lightly through the first several months of new relations? Or does one dive right in day dreaming of white dresses and decorated pews forgetting forever is just that? There’s never any way to be sure exactly how these balance out.
I’m feeling quite cagey recalling previous Valentines. I once spent Valentines with a man who gambled in all areas of his life. We failed when he gambled with the wrong gal.
Once I spent a Valentines with a man who made me dinner. I bit my tongue upon seeing the Eatzi’s cartons in his trash. Pure honesty works much better but, this man was addicted to shortcuts with no regard to risk. We failed when he took a risk on our relationship hoping I would never learn of the other.
Once I spent Valentines with a man I had been infatuated with prior to us dating. Occasionally I’d experienced a nagging feeling he was hiding some sort of criminal behavior. One time in particular I’d been convinced he was going to tell me something terrible and nearly cancelled our date. He told me he loved me instead. Which, in retrospect was a crime in and of itself. We failed too.
Soleil suggested we change the name of Valentines to, “Meet Me at the Bar Day. Forgo the wink and buy me a drink Day.” I’m failing to mention she was on her way to Hallmark at the time.
Telling yourself today is shit is like an anesthetic, and when you stop taking the Advil, you really can feel how much love and personal relations impact our lives. Without love; life would hurt. Perhaps, I’m only trying to ignore there’s no one who will eat the cake after I’ve scraped the icing, but today is not only for LOVERS or LUVAHS (there is a difference) it’s also for friends, family, and throwing your diet out the door to eat icing.
My office may find it strange if I show up at work today in a hot air balloon but I simply LOVE -LOVE.
Happy Valentines Day.
