The past two weeks I have been complaining to Rob about how much I hate Valentine’s Day. With all the girls on Facebook posting the Louis Vuitton purses they got from their honeys, it’s easy to feel super inadequate. I also was the girl who got no carnations delivered to her in high school so I have been super bitter ever since.
This morning I was reminded that Rob and I’s first date was on Valentine’s Day seven years ago. I didn’t consider it a date but Rob certainly did. He even cut his samurai bun for the occasion which if you know him was a big deal (his hair was longer than mine!) and wore a suit (again a big deal since he usually bummed around in work out clothes). Pretty much after that Valentine’s Day, we’ve been together ever since.
I guess I do like Valentine’s Day after all!