Typically, I don’t post on Thursday, but this is going to be short and I’ll even try to be sweet, even though it goes against my very nature.
I’m not romantic. Not even a little bit. I find it awkward and uncomfortable when my closest friends post undying messages of love to their significant other on Facebook. I don’t need to know he is your hero, your savior, he lifts you up higher than an eagle, and he’s the wind beneath your wings. Seriously, he’s probably no more than two feet away from you. Just turn to him and tell him. How’s that for romance; a face to face conversation.
Obviously my Facebook hating love stems from my own feelings about lovely dovey crap, and I seem to be in the minority. A lot of people like this shit. Even the Hubby. Well he might not like the sickeningly sweet Facebook posts, but he does like when I hold his hand. Or nuzzle his pretty little head. Or nip his earlobe with my incisors. That’s hot.
One of my 2013 New Year’s Resolutions was to try to be more romantic, so here goes.
Happy Valentine’s Day Baby.
This should have been our wedding song; not those two yokels who went on to have a failed reality television show.
I’ll meet you upstairs in five minutes. Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.
Are you romantic, and do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?
P.S. If you are one of those romantics out there and posting public messages of your love, just ignore me. I’m a Scrooge.