I hate Valentine’s Day. I can give you a laundry list of reasons why I don’t like it and why it should be abolished. I can provide you with a logical essay built upon science and empirical evidence that demarcates exactly how it harms children. And certainly I haven’t hidden my feelings about this shameful day. Look through the blog, Twitter or in real life and you’ll find ample evidence of my disdain.
Some people have told me that I should embrace the day that they call international steak and blowjob day. Various women have suggested that my antagonistic approach hurts me and that my refusal to observe it must create chaos at home. I roll my eyes at that because it has been about 25 years since I made any sort of effort to honor it.
In the quarter century since I always made a point of making my position clear…early in the relationship. If you like Valentine’s Day you might not like me. It goes against my principles. I am not interested in being romantic upon command and frankly you shouldn’t want it to be so robotic either. Very few took issue with that stand and until this morning it was something that I was able to maintain.
Did you catch that phrase, “until this morning” because it is really important. This morning I had my arm twisted behind my back and I was forced to abandon my position. This morning I was caught off guard and outmaneuvered by a girl.  A girl took it to me and forced me to change. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right. I am in shock, although I probably shouldn’t be.
This seductress looked up at me with dark eyes and long curly hair and told me that I don’t have a choice. She took my face in her hands and told me that if I tried to fight her on this she was going to be angry with me and I conceded.
Now if you don’t know me that might sound like no big deal. You might shrug your shoulders and think “big deal.” But I assure you that it is a big deal. If I believe in something I will fight to the death for it. It could be one against a million and I would keep on fighting- but not in this case. No, this time I had to accept her terms, even if she was unfair.
Because the girl that asked me to be her Valentine is none other than my daughter and I just couldn’t say no to her. Funny thing is that I don’t have a problem saying no to her. I won’t give her everything she asks for. There are limits, but in this case what could I say but yes.
What’s this Valentine’s Day you speak of? 🙂
Okay, Jack, so you’re sayin’ that my two year old daughter is very likely going to do the same thing to me in a few years, make me compromise my principles and make do things that I despise? I’ll probably give in too. . . 🙂
Yes sir, there is no escaping it. 😉
How could I not. 😉
So powerful and sweet. I am so glad you said “yes.”