I Love Valentines Day and I Don’t Care Who Knows It!

Ok, people, it V-day… and I’m beaming and all smiles. I LOVE Valentines Day and I don’t care who knows it! Yes… I’m THAT girl. I’m the girl with way too many chick flicks on her shelf… Pictures of couples kissing for her screen saver, and of course an uber optomistic dating and relationship blog.

“I am someone who is looking for love. REAL love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t live without each other love.” –Sex in the City

I love people. I love life, and I love romance. The ups and downs of it… The silly and the serious. The meaningful and the trivial. The pleasure and the pain. It’s all part of the package, and it’s all me… Hello, my name is Cadence and I’m a love-aholic.

I rolled out of bed and hit the button on the stereo… I primped, and played with make up. I put on some tall boots, a short skirt and my shirt that says “Love, Love, Love, Love, Love” across the front.

I have spent day putting together little gifts for my kids, my friends, my guy. I listened to Elvis Duran in the morning… all kinds of stories, all about love. Listened to my local radio guy talk about his beautiful wife of 10 years and play one sentimental country song after another. Gotta love “God Bless The Broken Road” by Rascal Flat. I’m in heaven.

I watched Good Morning America and marveled at Kathy Lee Gifford’s remarkably perky cleavage… Quite impressive! She was looking hot… Do you know she’s 58 years old?! That’s the kind of babe I’m gonna be. I’m gonna grow my hair out and never cut it short again. I’m gonna be a smokin’ hot dame when I get old… Like Sophia Loren. NO old lady haircut, STILL showing cleavage, and some shapely leg in a spiked heel. So what– if she sometimes looks like a drag queen in photos… I’ll take drag queen over Granny Clampet anyday of the week!

I reveled in some great love stories, watching the interviews on GMA. The couple that movie “The Vow” was based on was on the show! Sent out little messages to all my friends. Posted pics of the crazy ass, goofy, adorable balloon boquet The Ambassador bought me. I love- Love Day! Anyone reading my Facebook today probably wants to barf!

It seems to be the cool thing these days to -hate- the day.

Ok, I get why singles may fall in to the trap of hating the day. When you are alone, or without a partner, all the frickin’ sappy love songs and candy hearts make you feel like the world is rubbing it in your face. (Some of you probably want to scratch my eyes out because you think I’m just jazzed thanks to The Ambassador… Not true, I’m afraid. I’m always like this.)

Still, keep in mind, you are NOT alone. Family? Friends? Kids? Sure it’s not the same as a romantic partner, but these people still enrich your life. They are crucial parts of a full and happy life.

Plus, there are plenty of people standing right where you are. I live in a town of only 7,000 people and I can name at least 10 other single women. So make some new friends! Maybe you’ve got your crew of Single Ladies. Instead of getting together to bitch, moan and complain… Why not find a way to let them know how much you cherish them?

I got The Sultry School Teacher a card that had two little girls talking. The first said “Johnny likes you” and the second little girl replied “Paste eating Johnny or booger eating Johnny?” Inside it said “Hope all your options this Valentines Day are good.” We had a roaring laugh and then a glass of wine.

I hear even married couples, old timers and newly weds alike, poo-pooing the big V-day. THIS I don’t get. To me it’s just taking your blessings for granted.

Sometimes they even make excuses like “we show each other love everyday”. That is beautiful, but isn’t Valentines Day a great excuse to go the extra mile? Do something special… And DON’T TELL ME you do something special everyday or all the time… cuz if it’s that common, it ain’t that special. What’s so wrong with doing a little something more? Don’t be lazy! You might even have fun with it.

Not only is this day the perfect reminder, or the perfect excuse to shower your loved ones with affection, but retail America makes it oh so easy for you. Commercialized shmercialized! It doesn’t have to be. Sure, if you just grab some generic bullshit off the shelf at Walmart, instead of taking 30 seconds to come up with something thoughtful then ya, it’s lame… but if you think for a minute, even the standard tie can be a wonderful gift if your guy is on the verge of a promotion and owns only 1 crazy looking retro 1980s tie.

Maybe you know the embarrassing secret song she loves is “Glamorous” because you caught her in her socks, undies, and t-shirt dancing and singing loudly in to her hairbrush… Think about that and find something that shows a link. It could be something as simple as a cheap little bracelet engraved with that one word. It shows you know her, accept her and love her little quirks.

Well, that’s it for me. I’m skipping off along a path of rose petals to enjoy the rest of my love day. It’s not just about romance or cheesy candy gifts. It’s about showing some love, however you want to do it. The more personal and creative, the better.

So, I’m going to eat sweet things, listen to sentimental songs, watch Rom Coms and remind the people I care about how incredible they are. After all, life is what you make it– and today I’m making it FABULOUS and full of love.

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My Most Cherished Valentines Day Memory

Headed home after a long day of hustlin’ cell phones and satellite TV, I sighed as I turned the knob and stepped in to my place. I immediately stopped, my eyes grew wide and I tipped my head to the side.

There he was standing next to the table, surrounded by candles in the dim light of the evening. He was a tall drink o’ water, 6’2″, broad shoulders, and tan. He was freshly showered, hair slicked back and in a button down shirt.

My face moved in to a crooked grin. I’d never seen him like this before. He’s all dressed up and misty eyed.

Our dinner was beautifully displayed on the table. He’d cleaned and cooked and primped.

Every flat surface of my apartment seemed to be covered with white glowing candles… The sweet smell so perfectly balanced and dancing in the air.

He stepped forward to kiss me and take my hand. We had dinner and filled it with laughter and love. From there we moved to the next room, which was not far at all in my itsy bitsy place… He’d set up blankets and massage oils, and began to slowly peel off my clothing.

The music hummed and I fully relaxed, letting my self be molded by his large hands. It was an absolutely incredible night… We fell asleep with candles still burning. Some slowly dripping wax on to my furniture. Arms and legs tangled in the nude on his make shift massage bed.

To this day I’ll never forget the sight of him standing there as I stepped through the door.

Even today I walk past my old end table and turn my head to catch a glimpse of the wax still coating the lip of the table top. That was years ago and still, just a peak can take me right back to that day.

So, to my Fireman– that writer, dirt jumper, photographer, shameless flirt, and sentimental soul I fell so madly inexplicably drunken in love with­–

I say –Thank you for that, Darling. Thank you. I was 31. You were 20, and despite our significant age different or the fact that we had SO little… really just a roof over our heads and barely enough groceries to cook that dinner… You gave me my most cherished Valentine’s Day memory ever. I’ll carry it with me always.

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