Post-Valentine's Day Observations

 I know I'm a little late on this, but I have three observations/ realizations I made on Valentine's Day:

1. If you're a man who procrastinates getting a Valentine's Day card, no problem.  Around noon on Valentine's Day there are still a TON of cards for girlfriends/ wives. But if you're a woman... you're out of luck.  Every single "for him" section at any place you go will be completely out of stock.    Apparently women don't procrastinate on this holiday?  Oopsie daisy; I didn't get that memo.

2.  Men may procrastinate picking out a card, but they also seem to have way more fun doing it and are more present in the moment.  As I slowly perused the cards trying to find something that actually fit me and wouldn't involve me crossing out "For my wife," two women in a big hurry pushed me out of the way so they could go directly to the card they knew they wanted.  Another woman muttered under her breath, cursing about the fact that there wasn't a good selection left.  Meanwhile, one distinguished looking man in his 40s was having fun opening all the cards that had parts that vibrated or made a noise when you opened them, gleefully giggling like a schoolboy; another guy found the card he wanted, I sneezed, he said, "Bless you" and turned the corner to leave, I sneezed again, he stopped and turned around, poking his head back around the corner, said "Bless you" again, and as I continued to have a sneezing fit, he laughingly stood there and continued to say "Bless you" over and over until I, now sneezing AND laughing, stopped sneezing.  Are they procrastinating?  Sure.  But I say if you buy your card laughing you can't go wrong.

3.  I have never ever ever been on a date where I got to get dressed up.  I have never worn a dress and heels on a date.  EVER.  I am just now realizing this, and I don't understand how this great travesty has happened.  I love baseball dates and zoo dates and hiking dates and record shop dates and beach dates and diner dates, and I usually prefer my Keds to my heels, but sometimes a girl just wants to get dressed up and feel pretty and elegant and like Audrey Hepburn.  And my determination to go out this Valentine's Day all Audrey Hepburnish crashed and burned (or froze) when our heat went out on Valentine's Day with a five degree wind chill and the evening was spent with the super attempting to fix it.  So I spent Valentine's Day in three sweatshirts and my Minnie Mouse slippers instead.... But I do love my Minnie Mouse slippers.  And my fiancé made me spaghetti.  Which was nice, since when we first moved in, this happened:

So my Valentine's Day was not a bust, and I did find a card that I only had to add a post-it note to rather than cross anything out on... but I guess my dress-and-heels date will just have to wait.