There is no definitive information on who Saint Valentine really is. Turns out there were a fair number of christian martyrs who were named Valentine. Most believe he was a priest in Roman times that secretly married Roman soldiers. Soldiers were supposed to be single by law. At the time, he married people because that is what a priest does. It was a practice of his faith. The emperor caught him and the unrepentant priest was killed. No one really understands how it went from that to what it is today.
I enjoyed the hell out of Valentines Day when I was in elementary school. Every cool kid and dork got the same number of cards in your carefully decorated Valentine shoe box. Easy day, every one got the same card from you because your mom brought the value pack. Half of the envelopes had candy in them. Everyone was awkward together. I have always had a love of shared awkwardness.
After elementary school it really turns into a pain in the ass day for most people. Nothing can kill a genuine gesture or emotion by choreographing it to death.
I hate to sound like a chick but the loves that last..they take time to happen. They most often come when you are very comfortable with yourself. These people are easy to be with and they are low maintenance. Romantic dinners happen at random times and places and generally are pretty cheap. Romantic gestures are rolling up your sleeves and helping with a decidedly unglamorous chores.
I was 27 or 28 when I met mom. I lived alone, and certainly was not looking for a significant other of any kind. My significant other at that time was a motorcycle and I was a happy bachelor. Aside from being intelligent, and beautiful she loved me for who I was. For us, this will be our 23rd Valentines Day together.
Don't settle for anything less.
Love Dad..
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