Don't get me wrong, I love a romantic gesture as much as the next girl but Valentines Day is so overprocessed and overdone that it's stale. There just isn't anything about it that appeals to me really.
I want flowers because someone wanted me to know they were thinking of me, I want to be taken to dinner because the person wants to spend the evening with me, I want expressions of love that are heartfelt and sincere - not because our society tells someone that if they don't do all those things that somehow they are inadequate as a spouse or a lover and that somehow these "failings" will make me feel unloved and uncherished.
PALEASE!
And yes, that was suppose to be misspelled. For emphasis.
I just think it's ridiculous that our measure of love can be defined with one day. There are 364 other days that count too. And a million ways to make someone feel loved that don't involve grand gestures that are really just intended to impress other people. Which is why guys send flowers to the office and girls want them delivered there...so that all the other girls will cooo over how lucky she is to have such a great guy. And that's just so not for me. I'll take the little gestures please.
Not that I'm anit-Valentines Day or anything, really. It just doesn't mean a whole lot to me. So no, no big valentines plans for me. Although I did get out and have fun this weekend.
Met some friends for some drinks and then we all went to see Chris Young in concert. He's got some good songs and sings one of my current favorites. It was a great concert! It was out at the Diamond Ballroom - a place I haven't been to in years!
That was the very first club I ever went to and where my sister's friend, Curtis, taught me to two step. Well, tried to teach me. Curtis had the most confident attitude, an amazing smile and wore the tightest wranglers he could find...he was so cute I had a crush on him from the moment I met him. I couldn't hardly even look at him, I was so shy. So when he took me out to the dance floor, I was too nervous and uncomfortable to even call it dancing. Poor Curtis, he tried!
It was awesome though because I hadn't really thought I was going to be able to see anything during the concert. That's a challenge when you're not even 5 foot tall! And the whole night we happened to be surrounded by the tallest people in the whole place. Really, how does that happen?
But I got lucky because the whole time - the opening band and everything - I had a perfect, clear shot to the stage! I was so pumped!
 |
| My eye level - there's a lot of shoulders but I can see!!! |
Not a bad way to spend a Friday...I would take a night out like this over flowers in the office anytime!
No comments:
Post a Comment