Valentine’s Day......What can I say?

I am an atypical chick and a little weird about my feelings towards the holidays.

 I’ve hated Valentine’s Day ever since I got the mandatory little cards in Elementary School from little, dirty boys who truthfully thought I was icky because I kicked them on the playground.

I do understand  that most women feel differently and  that most of you more than likely look forward to getting nice , little presents, or perhaps a surprise engagement ring, but the sad reality is that if you set your expectations too high you will probably be disappointed.

Just saying.

I like my presents to come as surprises and not necessarily on a "special day" that I can't really afford. I would rather not hold my guy hostage for 24 hours while pretending that I didn’t have to tell him exactly what to get me and at what specific store.

Instead, I usually wait until I have the cash and buy myself treats on my own time, which is less than romantic, but definitely more practical in the end as I don’t necessarily trust his gift-giving abilities, which is a sad truth for many guys. ??I do like to go out to eat, but not necessarily in over-crowded restaurants with couples who rapidly alternate between gazing into each other's eyes and criticizing each other for small, meaningless domestic disputes.

I have no urge whatsoever to buy my guy a wallet or belt that he really doesn’t need.  I am most assuredly not admitting to piracy, but my CD-buying days are  long over for the most part so that option doesn’t appeal to me. ??On Valentine’s Day, florists  charge triple the amount for a bouquet of nearly-wilted roses and as I’ve never really been a pink carnation kind of girl, I think I’ll wait for the dandelions to come, instead.

Don’t fret too much- all this does not mean that I am anti-Valentine’s Day or that I am angrily waging a battle against Hallmark, expensive restaurants, and the entire floral industry of America (not that I wouldn't like to). It just means my needs are simple and should be defined only by me.

For my dream date this year, I might dress up a little, go out to drink a beer and possibly stop at a taco truck for dinner because that’s the classy kind of broad  I am. Or maybe we’ll rent a movie and think about all of the other poor saps who have to worry about drunk driving on a holiday they don’t really enjoy.

And, again, I understand that most women feel differently, so Happy Valentine’s Day. Just remember that Drew Barrymore feels about he same way as I do.