I have been given my orders for Feb. 14 from My Reason For Living.
“Don’t give me anything this year for Valentine’s Day,” she told me.
There’s a commitment I can keep.
It’s a nice problem to have — until she came along, I was a real debunker of the day, celebrating with a personal-sized pizza and maybe playing St. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
A date for me occurred less often than leap years. The longest relationship until she came along some 17 years ago was when I took a date to The Titanic.
Turns out I wasn’t the King of the World and that relationship sunk quicker than a submarine.
Last week, I bravely invited a former school chum for a bevvy after work on a Friday. He replied: ‘The 14th is probably out as your reason for living may have issues with Valentine’s Day.”
I was stunned. He was right of course, I was shocked that he used the ‘reason for living’ reference. An actual column reader. I will be buying drinks.
My most memorable Valentine’s Day with MRFL was 2014, when, because of the High River flood, we ate at a makeshift restaurant in a trailer.
The five or six couples in there exchanged stories, giggles and I believe there might have been dancing in the small aisle.
I’m a romantic. So sorry, MRFL, you will get something. Maybe a Hubtown jug for two, a heart-shaped pizza and some music.
She can choose the tunes, but please no Beatles, I’m more of a Stones guy.
I hope she doesn’t play You Can’t Always Get What You Want.
