By the time you are reading this, Valentine’s Day will be over, fini, done for, yesterday’s news. Unless, like me, you’re not hung up on the actual date and are more inclined to extend any Valentine celebrating into the weekend. Or perhaps you’re the forgetful, not-quite-organized partner in your relationship and you just plumb forgot. Never fear. Luckily in Seaside, they sell candy and cologne all year.
I have a love/hate relationship with Valentine’s Day. For starters, it’s not a pretty backstory. St. Valentine was a martyred Roman temple priest who, because he broke Emperor Claudius II’s ban on Christianity by helping couples wed, was beheaded. Then there was the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre, which occurred in 1929. On a more positive note, Oregon officially became a state on Valentine’s Day in 1859; Arizona followed suit and became a state on the same date in 1912. Wearing a red wool dress, in 1962, Jackie Kennedy showed off the White House to CBS newsman Charles Collingwood on Valentine’s Day. Someone told me this morning that Valentine’s Day this year falls on Ash Wednesday, which is also the start of Lent. If you’re an observer, depending on what you chose to give up, you might have to forgo that chocolate.
On a ladies’ only closed Facebook page of which I am a member, quite a few women expressed their Valentine’s Day frustration. Mostly they’re peeved when their husbands buy them candy after they’ve already been clear they don’t want candy because they’re on a diet. A woman on her second marriage said she suspected her husband buys her whatever he bought his first wife, as if all wives want the same things. Some women expect to be taken out to dinner. I get that since unless it’s a joint effort and you’re cooking a romantic meal together, what woman on Valentine’s Day wants to bang those pots and pans?
It’s long been my contention Valentine’s Day means more to the unmarried. My son, for example, used to spend weeks agonizing and emailing ideas back and forth to me what to get his sweetheart. They’re getting married next month. So far, I haven’t heard a peep from him.
Admittedly I am not the easiest person to shop for on Valentine’s Day. I’ve received chocolate (meh), flowers (I like roses but they better not be red), jewelry (risky) and once a Coach handbag I picked out in advance. My husband is so fearful of giving me something I don’t like he often ignores the holiday altogether. And that also annoys me.
This year I have no plans whatsoever for Valentine’s Day. I’m thinking I might bake a cake, or break open that bottle of champagne that’s been in the refrigerator for six months, waiting for a special occasion. Maybe my husband will surprise me, which would be a surprise. In the interest of full disclosure I’ve already told him what I want, which is a bottle of Tokyo Milk No. 10, Honey and the Moon. Hint hint, they sell it at Sesame & Lilies in Cannon Beach. I haven’t asked him what he wants, but that’s only because men always want the same thing.