When it comes to Valentine’s Day, you either love it or you’re a hater.
Me? I’m all about romance. I’m a flannel-covered marshmallow. It’s true.
I figure if there’s a day on the calendar earmarked for love, why not take advantage of it?
Sometimes W gets annoyed. “I thought we weren’t going to exchange this year,” she says.
I can’t help myself.
All my life as a person obsessed with romance, I thought I wanted to be swept off my feet with long-stem red roses, heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, surprise picnics in the park, poems written just for me.
As it turns out, I like being the one that does the sweeping. Who knew.
“She should let you be the man,” a friend of ours said.
I know what you’re thinking. We’re lesbians. We’re both women.
But I enjoy acting like an old-timey gentleman, holding open doors, carrying the heavy packages, sending the flowers and buying the chocolate.
Like the bumper sticker says: Chivalry isn’t dead. She’s a butch.
I sent W Valentine’s Day flowers last week. I’m all about Bouqs these days. If you buy flowers for your girl, do yourself a favor and check them out.
Today, she got breakfast in bed. And a little basket I made for her with candy, lottery tickets and bottles of cherry soda called Cheer Wine. Cheers!
Check out these cute pillowcases I found on Etsy.
At the end of the day, maybe I’ll score a few extra kisses.
It’s good to be butch.
Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone!
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What are your Valentine’s Day traditions?