“With the anticipation of seeing you,
I quicken my pace.
Every minute seems to be an hour
Every hour seems to be a day;
Three hundred and sixty five.
The days without you here in my arms are empty
Similar to the night without the moon.
All I have are the stars to guide my footsteps
Back to where my heart can become whole again
So I follow your star
To present you with all of my gifts
Because you are worthy of them
For you are love”
Do you remember the first time you fell in love? I wrote this poem during my ninth grade year at Davidson Fine Arts where I fell in love for the first time. The high was so exhilarating that I didn’t want to come down at all. Love was simple, yet satisfying. Love to me was writing letters about how much I missed her company. Letters would detail how I would lie to my parents about staying after school for a school function in order to meet her at the downtown library to share an hour or so of her time. Love was letting her wear my New York Giants Triple Fat Goose jacket when it was cold so she could be warm (and anyone that knows me could tell you that jacket was my prized possession) Love was redialing the hotline for Foxie 103 for thirty-minutes plus to request “Two Occasions”. Love was late night phone calls full of “alright you hang up, no you hang up, on three hang ups”.
Love had complete control of my fourteen year old life. I couldn’t focus on anything but her. She had a beautiful, warm smile. Her eyes shined beneath her glasses whenever she looked my way. She hypnotized me with those hips that would put a Real Atlanta Housewife to shame. The fact that I was failing classes for the first time in my life didn’t even phase me. She was my sun, moon, and universe. I was going to marry this girl with no job and we were gonna live happily ever after. So it was no surprise that when Valentine’s Day was on the horizon, I was scheming of ways to show my future that she was appreciated and wanted in my space. My schemes involved borrowing money from two of my closest friends at the time so that she could have the best Valentine’s Day. My mind escapes me as to what I bought her but what I do remember is that she got me a white bear with a red balloon with “I Love You” in a plastic, cylinder case. It probably cost no more than five dollars at the time but it meant the world to me. It was the first time that a female outside of my mother purchased something for me because she honestly cared for me. And honestly, that was the best gift any female has gotten me for Valentine’s Day to this date.
February 14, 2015 will be the first time since high school that I will not obligated to give a vital organ to pay for a Valentine’s Day gift/package/vacation. (and trust me, I’m PERFECTLY cool with it . . . . ) Valentine’s Day is not like it was back in 1992. A day that was so innocent back then is now seen as a “happy unimaginative, consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative and shallow interpretation of romance” day in the Matrix. For women, Valentine’s Day is a secret competition at work to see which husband/boyfriend can out spend the others. Females silently laying in wait for a floral delivery to come to their place of work with a simple card attached to two dozen roses that will die in several days and candy that the wife/girlfriend will complain took her away from her Daniel fast. Or better yet, females praying the husband/boyfriend will come to their job dressed in his finest suit, gift in hand, and whisk them out to lunch. And for what? To make her co-workers jealous. For guys, it’s another day that we have to appear happy purchasing items that damn near cost as much as the Christmas gift that we purchased just 51 days ago. (Yep, not even two whole months removed from Christmas!) It seems that every ad is for Zales, Pro Flowers, or Sherri’s Berries. Rare are the ads for a new television or sound equipment during this sweeps week of cuffing season. What does the husband/boyfriend get for Valentine’s Day? Let’s just say it’s the same thing that he got for Christmas and his birthday. . . . .
Now don’t get me wrong, I still like to shower my lady with love . . . when I do have a lady. However, I feel that Valentine’s should be reciprocal in the gift giving department. Am I the only the guy that feels this way? Ladies, what are you doing for YOUR man for Valentine’s? And please don’t say “giving him some” . . . . . . . . . . .