3 years ago
Friday, February 13, 2009
I was never a huge fan of Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong--I was not one of those people who hated Valentine's Day. No, no. Just didn't get all crazy excited about it. Maybe it's because I thought heart-shaped jewelry was cheesy. It was all just too mushy, and I'm not that mushy of a person. I had a couple of romantic boyfriends back in the day, and they drove me insane. I found myself wanting to laugh at their love notes. I am a mean, mean person.
Then came Christian. Back in 2004, I knew Christian was thinking about proposing. I specifically told him I did NOT want to be proposed to on Valentine's Day. So cliché. I guess I made this a little overly clear to him. Turns out all our friends were telling him the same thing--to the point where he got annoyed every time someone reminded him that he COULD NOT propose on Valentine's Day. "I KNOW!"
He proposed on February 21st. I said yes.
While I still wouldn't want to be proposed to on Valentine's Day, I'm much more open to mushiness now. And especially this year. Valentine's Day? Bring it on, baby. Flowers, chocolates, mushy mushy. Maybe not love poems. Those are still a little much for me. But a cute little love note? I can certainly handle that.
No pressure, Christian.