This Valentine’s Day was a real winner. I’m one of the “holiday’s” most ardent naysayers – apologies to any blog readers who love pink and hearts.
The Philosopher, however, feeling perhaps the pressure to romance his honey at least one day of the year, generally gives it a good go. Our very first V-Day was about 9 months into dating and he really pulled out all the stops. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups hidden as a surprise in my freezer – discovered by me following a trail of notes; more edible gifts hidden in my college backpack and revealed bit by bit during the day; a secret rendezvous following my ever-dull Milan Kundera class; dinner at Whitfield’s, a local restaurant whose name had some significance to me. We even (we think) saw the Northern Lights. Yup, in New Haven.
He freely admits that he may have set the bar a bit too high that year.
Every year since things have slid a little bit downhill.
Now, I’m not here to complain. After all, I couldn’t care less for online articles about aphrodisiac foods, or kisses-speckled underwear, or heart-shaped chocolate. I like to eat my chocolate in squares, to be perfectly honest.
But you know, two great things happened this Valentine’s day.
First, I finally convinced the Philosopher to please not send me flowers to my workplace, which are inevitably delivered by my male bosses who just happen to answer the door and then practically blush with embarrassment handing them to me. Then I spend the next week sneezing and have to ask my colleague if I can please move my giant bouquet of flowers a little bit closer to her desk instead of mine.
Second, I ate one of my favorite meals…and I didn’t even make it! I arrived home to this: a Philosopher out of his element. He did an amazing job.
He prepared a delicious meal in which not one thing went wrong and we even ate before 8pm! He did everything himself. (Except dessert, which he casually mentioned he hoped I would be up for making soon after we sat down to eat. Don’t push him – he hasn’t cooked for 3.5 years, and one main course is quite enough to think about, even for a man of his intellectual stature.)
2 FLAVOURS. 1 PACK.
All of the above was, in fact, very convincing schmaltz at its finest.
What’s with the post title, you ask?
“Now say you’re a bird too.”
“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird.”
Yes, you’re quite right: The Notebook. That movie for lovers young and old. That perennial V-Day classic. That heart-melting story of enduring romance.
I don’t know – I just wasn’t convinced by it. Any of it. In fact, the only bit that I enjoyed was the last part about the old folks in the nursing home. And even then, to say “enjoyed” would be an overstatement because I bawled my eyes out.
Have you seen it? What did you think?
And if it’s your favorite film – or at least if you think it’s one of the all time greatest love stories ever told – please tell me: Why?