I don’t get Valentine’s Day to the extent that I downright dislike the holiday (which is important to keep in mind when reading the memory below I posted of Valentine’s Day).
Most holiday’s make sense why we celebrate them – Christmas and Easter are religious holidays, Fourth of July, President’s Day, and Labor Day (amongst others) are national holidays, New Year’s is linked to fresh starts, and Halloween is meant to be a celebration of heritage.
What about Valentine’s day? We’re celebrating the memory of a Catholic “saint” who was imprisoned and ultimately beheaded on February 14th because he wouldn’t stray from Catholicism. That sounds like a romantic night on the town!
So the guy was the patron saint of love, but he was also the patron saint of epilepsy, fainting, and the plague. Last time I checked we didn’t have a holiday for fainting (though New Year’s Eve might be close) or the plague, so why do we celebrate this guy just because he was dubbed a patron saint of something by the church?
So, as I said. This is one holiday I don’t get. That doesn’t mean I don’t spoil my wife with flowers, chocolates, gifts, dinners or whatever else I go for on a given year. Besides, as many cards state, you don’t need a hallmark holiday to celebrate your love for someone – besides, doesn’t each couple have their own special day not sanctioned by a card company?
Several years ago during my single days, using the iron-on transfer sheets me and a few buddies made t-shirts for Valentine’s Day. They were plain white shirts with red block lettering that simply stated “I’m celebrating singles’ awareness day” on the front, and “Care to change that?” on the back. We thought it was clever, and perhaps some single hot girl would share the same sentiment.
So that night, when a group of our friends all got together for coffee at the local Charbucks this guy walks up to me and starts laughing at my shirt. Thinking nothing of it, I thank the guy. Say that me and a few buddies thought it would be a good way to turn our noses at the holiday.
The guy starts asking me about the group I was with (it was a church group of about 15-20 people). After telling him as such, without my noticing they were all staring at me, he starts asking questions about the church. I’m completely oblivious as to what is going on at this point. So I start telling him about the group and the church.
He asks how “liberal” the church is. I was a little taken back by the question as I began understanding what was going on. At the same time, I’m thinking something has to be a set up, but I’m not going to take the risk and just tell the dude “who put you up to this?” nor was I so convinced that was what the situation was and didn’t want to offend someone after talking about church to say, “dude, leave me alone, I’m not into guys.”
I was in a very awkward situation. As the guy continues to outright ask me out, and the whole group just erupts in laughter, I knew without a doubt it was a set up, and immediately knew who was responsible.
I turned around in the group, located my wife (who was just a friend at the time), walked over and shook her hand. Very red in the face, I walked back over to the guy, shook his hand as he explained to me the set up.
So I guess a single, hot girl found my shirt clever afterall- unfortunately it was found to be a clever way to pull a practical joke on me.
In the end, it was that spunk that made me fall in love with my wife. Within several months of this incident we were dating (for the second time) and engaged shortly after that.