Happy Valentines Day {and all that other mushy crap}

Jefe and I have the same conversation every year: "Are we going to celebrate V-day this year?" and every year we decide to wait and celebrate it (maybe) the weekend AFTER the big love-fest.

I sort of hate the big love fest that goes on because all it really is a comparison fest. Or a guilt fest. Or a my-husband-gets-me-better-presents-than-you-fest.

And really, who likes that?

Not I said the cranky girl on the back row.

It's also not because I don't have love in my life-- because I do. Lots of it.

To quote Rihanna "We found love in a hopeless place."

Truer words have never been sung.

I love Jefe like a Zombie loves brains.

I love him like a back ally whore loves crack.

I love him like a fat girl loves cake and I love him like an Emo kid loves tight pants.

Peeps.

This dude has my heart.



I'm gonna be honest with you here. Cause if I'm anything at all it's honest with my friends on the internet.

As a teen I freakin' LOVED Valentines Day. I think it was because when I was in 9th Grade, I had NO Boyfriend and was happily minding my own business in Mr. Day's 6th period Science class (which was totally nasty, yo) and the student body officers came in to hand out the Valentines. I knew I wouldn't be getting one because hello? I had no boyfriend.

I watched as all the girls (and boys) got corsages --- YES CORSAGES -- that they could put on for the dance that was happening in like 15 minutes. If you think about it-- that's really a horrible thing to subject teenagers to. Handing out corsages on VALENTINES DAY to then be worn to a DANCE where they HOPE someone will dance with them.

Imagine my complete surprise when they called out my name "Elisa You're the next contestant on embarrass the crap out of you while you walk to the front of the class to get this flower thing." 

I actually asked them if they meant me because there were two other Lisa's in the class with me. The Student Body Officer grinned at me and looked me straight in the eye-ball while he spelled my name "E-L-I-S-A  that's YOU, right?"

{wink}

Umm. Yes.

{did he just wink at me?}

But why?

I had no clue why anyone would want to buy me a corsage. I was convinced it was my friends playing a mean trick on me.

Imagine how stunned I was when I read the card:

"To Elisa, From Loren. I'll meet you in the dance."

HOL.EE. COW.

The hottest guy in THE WHOLE SCHOOL (who was also an officer) had sent me a Valentine and I didn't even know that he liked me.

Heaven, I tell you. Pure heaven. 

I wasn't planning on going to the dance I was going to go home. However, I promptly changed my mind as the class Cat-Called me while I walked back to my seat. I sat there blushing like, well, the school girl that I was.  I danced the afternoon away with my new found love and we had a marvelous romance that lasted all of fifteen minutes.

(I really have no idea how long it lasted but it was good, yo.)

As an adult, nothing has ever lived up to that teenage vision of Valentines Day. Finding out someone has a secret crush on you is pretty hypnotic.

But, what is even better is re-discovering your lover and seeing him with new eyes. That's pretty hypnotic, too. And the Fringe Benefits are most excellent, yo.

I don't need no stinking holiday to realize I've got it pretty good here in Crazyland. 'Cause I see it. I know I do. Things were seriously rough there for a while, Peeps. But, I gots it bad for Jefe and we're plowing through. Isn't that really what love is all about? Knowing each others shiz and then deciding they're still swanky fun?

Me thinks so.