Now, I'm not saying women should leverage their affections to obtain this, their heart's desire. It's just that for many of us (myself included, at the top of the list!), a little effort goes a long way in setting the mood for love.
Whether it's an enjoyable excuse to go out, an anticipated opportunity to do something over the top or really, truly just another day, Valentine's Day should be what each of us makes of it and nothing more.
I will celebrate on Friday the 13th not out of my keen sense of irony, but because I will be a classroom mom helper for a room full of little loves in Valentine's themed shirts watching them exchange their tiny expressions of love painstakingly autographed with their chubby little hands.
This Valentine's Day, consider thinking beyond the roses and candlelit dinners to a potential future of merged finances. If your relationship is heading that way, a discussion is essential before making the move.
It can use occasions like Valentine's Day to heighten your insecurity and to cause you to doubt or question yourself, your partner and your relationship.
Although religion-based premarital counseling didn't do much in the way of benefiting or impairing my marriage, it was absolutely a catalyst to discovering that it wasn't at all the life I wanted.
I'll put the kids to bed, Cupid. You just lie there like you do every night, but tonight I'll heat your neck-warmer thing in the microwave and cool your eye mask and even turn off ¾ of the white noises to make it sound 3/4 less like an airport hangar in here.
Seventeen was a rite of passage. Not yet on our own, but full of force, promise and independence, ensconced in a still-present safety net of support. Friendship was abundant, fierce and fiery. Disappointments permeated, but fun prevailed. When else in our lives do all of these forces converge with such fervor?
If state judges can get away with ignoring a federal ruling simply because they do not agree with said ruling on whatever grounds, they are giving themselves precedent to ignore any and all federal rulings they do not agree with.
I know we are the lucky ones. We have each other to help bear the burden of aging, to soften the blows of time. He's always been my safe space to land, the one whom I trust completely and who can make me laugh at anything, most importantly, at myself. But selfishly, I don't want him to grow old too. It's just too damn scary and he's too much to lose.
I've also learned that love is more than breathless passion. Sometimes, love is quiet. It's an embrace while you're watching your father die, or believing in you even when you don't believe in yourself, or setting up a dentist's appointment for you because he knows too scared to do it yourself.
Most people think Valentine's Day was invented by Hallmark Cards. It wasn't. Valentine's Day is actually a well-documented, historical phenomenon -- its tangled roots winding their way through centuries worth of Christian liturgy, pagan tradition, myth, and an occasional beheading.
People kvetch about New Year's Eve but for me, Valentine's Day is the high holy holiday of sunken expectations.
Last summer U.S. News and World Report quoted a survey finding that people involved in affairs spend an average of $444 per month on them. This includes such things as hotel bills, meals, and activities that they engage in with their extra-marital partners.
Want to spice up your next evening out with your partner? Leave your underwear at home. Before you recoil, just hear me out. I am a card carrying member of the underwear-wearing group. So that's what I thought too. Until the other night, when on a whim, I decided not to wear any.
Does this post even need a preamble? You know you've heard this one from your husband, and if not, call Guinness or check back in a couple of years, you newlyweds. So, without further ado, get ready to look deeply at yourself and see if any of these apply to you.