St. Valentine's Day Massacre

I may be a forty-something grandma but I am still quite the romantic. I enjoy romance, flowers, late night sex romps and small, meaningful gifts. Maybe that is why Valentine’s Day is so important to me. I love what this holiday represents. I don’t expect fancy, expensive presents, just something that lets me know that my man knows me. That is why it really pissed me off that my boyfriend did not give me anything for this special day.

I bought him something small but something I knew he would enjoy; a gift that was meaningful and thoughtful. I would have been happy with a card. Of course I would have expected him to search through all of the cards the store had to offer just to find that one that said something from his heart. Alas my special gift for Valentine’s Day was an excuse. An excuse of why he was unable to give me anything. As usual, I let him off the hook. He is, after all, a man. Most men just do not get it. I decided instead to educate him and he decided to be defensive. Hence, there was no late night sex romp for either of us.

Maybe I expect too much for him. After all, he is a man. And really, maybe I expect him to read my mind. I am, after all, a woman. Hopefully, one day he will “get me.” That is really my greatest desire: to teach him to “get me.” Is that asking too much? Perhaps. Perhaps, I should wake up from this fantasy existence and realize that men and women are just two entirely different creatures. Perhaps I should just be happy with the strange monkey love that he is so good at!