I heard something on the radio today about Valentine’s Day that translates to the rest of the year. They were doing a ‘bad Valentine’s Day’ call in and one girl complained that he didn’t get her anything. This was undone when she revealed that she told the guy “Oh, I don’t want anything for Valentine’s Day.” (Insert birthday or anniversary for roll over effect.)
I’m a woman and I continue to find this profoundly stupid.
It’s always the same argument of “I don’t want to have to tell him to get me something. I want him to know.” I want to have Florence Welch’s voice and Paris Hilton’s bank account. If wishes were horse we’d all be eating steak.
You can’t get what you don’t ask for. If you’re not willing to ask for it, you have no right to bitch when you don’t get it. At the very least you have to tell him that you expect something on [special occasion].
Men aren’t psychic or exceedingly romantic. If my dating experiences have taught me anything, it’s that men are neither mind readers nor characters from Nicholas Sparks novels. I have never met a man who acted like a romantic protagonist of his own free will. If you have, he’s the exception and not the rule.
One listener said this was a slap in the face. The truth hurts.
If you’re with one of the millions of guys who aren’t naturally romantic, you have two choices. You can try to train him what you find romantic or dump him and try to find Prince Charming.
If you choose to go the Charming route, I would like to point out that in more than one instance the prince is meant “to be charming, not sincere.” In the Fables series he’s been married and divorced three times. Also, the odds of him being completely single are slim.
I hope everyone has a decent day tomorrow. If you’re celebrating, I hope it doesn’t suck. If you’re wearing black and gray and saying “Bah! Lovebug!” like me, have a happy Thursday.
Current Music: Wonderland by Natalia Kills
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