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Worst Valentines ever? Best?Posted Thursday, February 4, 2010, at 10:34 AM
Is romance overrated? Is Valentines Day just for lovers? Did you get a proposal on Valentines Day? I'd love to hear your stories -- sad, funny, poignant ... and put them in the Blogger's Corner of the Feb. 14 Life & Leisure section.
Also, I'm still in need of some true love stories. I've got a great one someone sent me, but I'd like to have two or three more. Thank you! The Valentines Day comments you can just post here. The love story info, please send to mereeves@t-g.com or call me at 684-1200, ext. 215. Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
Mary Reeves is a staff writer for the Times-Gazette.
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I am so NOT looking forward to my really nice and very expensive assorted plant basket, bear, and chocolate for the 9th year in a row. I know that sounds ungrateful but the plants usually die, the kids eat all the chocolate, and my little ones out grown the bear thing!
I would be much happier with a nice card and one of those gas station roses just knowing he didnt sell his other kidney in vain this year.......
LOL! With me, it's the pot of azaleas that always end up drying out. 23 years now, and always azaleas.
How about getting nothing. When my husband and I first got married, I would get him a nice card and a present. He would always forget it was valentine's day. I wondered how you could forget something like that, with all the advertising that is done. After years of him forgetting, I stopped giving even a card. I bought one card, and I keep the card in case one of these years, he decides to buy me a Valentine. At that time, he will get the card that I bought years ago.
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Time for you to get down & dirty! Go buy yourself something nice, show it to him, thank him for it, and then ask if he really wants to know how much it cost him???
When we were first married, Valentines day was nothing more than a day to feel sorry for my self. It was always the same thing I would have the card and my better half would refuse to open it until going out to buy me one because he did not have a chance to get it yet.( Like a year is not enough time to get around to it) One year I even went so far as to buy the card, address it to me and sign it ( very childish ) even put it out next to mine on the shelf.
When my attitude changed and the self pity stopped was one summer on a walk when he struggled through a mess of thrones and pickers to fetch the perfect little wild flower that had caught his eye and gave it to me, explaining not just any flower is good enough it has to be special and another time in the middle of winter when he came home from a walk with some kind of a red seed pod and gave it to me, explaining it was the closest thing to a wild flower he could find.
I learned from him that the unexpected gifts, the ones that we do not expect them to produce, that really matter. Those are the ones that show they are thinking of us when we do not realize it. True he did not spend a lot of money, instead he had to itch the scratches from the thorns.
Not to say I would not like the card and gift thing on the 14th of Feb. but there is no way they could compare to the perfect little wild rose he found and picked just for me. ( Guys can surprise us with untypical, unexpected, totally uncharacteristic jesters at times when all we see is the bullish male attitude grunting on the surface)
How's this for a "love story". My fiance and I just got engaged a few weeks back, This is our first ever Valentines Day together, and I am shipping out to Army Basic Training tommorow. He is the love of my life and I cannot wait to get married to him. He means everything to me. My dreams will come true Sept 3 2010 when I kiss that gourgeous man on the mouth and say "I do."
I met him back in July, July 3 to be exact through a friend of ours. Not really getting my hopes up I reluctantly aggreed to meet this mystery romeo. He was nice enough, a bit to stand offish for my taste though, but I figured I really had nothing left to lose. "I'll give it a little while." Weeks past, and he was NOT acting the least bit interested in me. We never talked and he'd call once every couple weeks. But eventually we decided to get to know each other. We did, and liked each other and then decided "Hey let's date." So we did. Well, the same routine followed us while we dated. He was stand offish, ignored me and hardly ever called. In September I decided "Forget this. I got to move on. I gave it my best shot. Now I'm done." So I left. I informed him of this, by sending a picture message of me with another man. "The new boyfriend" he replied by calling me and I ignored it. (Oh the irony!) and he left a voicemail saying some not to nice things. I erased it and decided to move on. Later that night I got a text from him. Which to most seems silly and irrelevant as most everybody under 40 and some over 40 text nowadays. My guy didn't. I didn't even know he knew how to! The text said "Call me when your alone." I ignored it to. Went inside and checked my emails, Myspace and Facebook. Then I got one of those stupid chain messages and it had a picture of people kissing and some long drawn out "If you don't foward this you'll get chicken pox" type deals. But the song and picture caught my eye. The song was "Heaven" by Cascada and the picture was just beautiful. I instantly regretted losing him. But pushed it aside and thought he didn't care anyway why should I? Then I decided to check my Myspace again. There it was. THE MESSAGE. "I hate that you moved on. But I guess you did. I was starting to fall in love with you." My heart did three somersalts, a backflip and dove off the deep end in a split second. I snatched the phone up, and immediatly called him. He told me it was true and that he had but he had to move on. I'd hurt him. He claimed. Shocked, I burst into tears and confessed I was falling in love with him all along I just never thought he felt the same. We worked it out, I dumped "the other guy" and we were together happily ever after. Almost. The next month Halloween rolls around and I thought it'd be funny to play a practical joke on him. I won't go into detail, but he did NOT see the humor in my little mischeif and dumped me for two days. We got back together, a few months later we got engaged and the rest is history. B* is my soulmate, the one for me, and I'd never spend my life with anyone else but him. I love you baby! Happy Valentine's Day! :) How's that for a love story? Its all 150% true and authentic to. You couldn't make that stuff up!