L'amour, les fleurs et des bonbons

Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day. Everywhere I go-grocery store, Starbucks, gym- all I hear are proposed plans for the day of romance and love. After Valentine’s Day last year I’ve become a misanthrope who believes the day of love and romance is only for those who have something to prove. I’m a misanthrope about love on this day especially after a bizarre and outlandish tale that occurred last Valentine’s Day.

I had a crush on a tall, dark, handsome, educated, athletic man who happened to have a girlfriend. I admired him from afar for two years. While at work we always exchanged the usual pleasantries: Hello, how are you? Hope things are well. Talk to you later.

Four days before Valentine’s Day my crush called me at my desk to flirt and then ask me who I was dating. No one special. This tempting, naughty man proceeded to vividly explain his Valentine’s Day plans with his girlfriend. They included his homemade lasagna, wine and candles for a quiet romantic evening in. As I sat at my desk listening to the details I wondered if this was a new form of courtship. Michael Stirling would never seduce a woman this way. Thinking I need to get off the phone immediately this boorish man said he said he wanted to meet for drink later.

Fascinated by unavailable, confident, saucy men I met him for a drink on February 13th. I had a good time flirting and enjoying his sexiness and taut muscles. It’s late. I need to get home. I have to work in the morning. He dropped me off and five minutes later I received a text from this daring man asking if he could rest his tired body in my bed. I didn’t t savor the idea of being second to any woman despite lust and desire so of course I had to say no…this time.

Nora Robert’s would never have a romantic hero try and sleep with another woman at midnight on Valentine’s Day. I want a man who can seduce me with frilly things, dinner, trips, a man who wants no one else but me. I’m on the search to find just that.