There are a lot of expectations around male/female relationships that enrage me.
Like how guys are expected to buy girls flowers on Valentine’s Day and girls are expected to wax their vaginas in a fashionable way.
I have no intention of ever getting a Brazilian EVER AGAIN.
I am never going to expect a guy to pay for dinner when we have equal earning power. Under no circumstances am I going to ask for or hope for another diamond ring. I did that once – I was fooled by the propaganda of expensive ring = love forever. It is a rock on a piece of metal. It is not ‘eternity’.
Love is not things and, in my experience, it has nothing to do with lingerie or flowers or set menus.
Love is when someone sits with you in hospital when you think you’re going to die of cancer. Love is when you’re wearing flannelette pyjamas and you’re both laughing at the same joke. Love is when someone forgives you after you’ve gotten drunk and vomited on their favourite shoes.
Don’t be fooled by Valentine’s Day, my friends. While it’s a celebration of love – and that is to be honoured – do not under any circumstances think that because you didn’t get some half dead bouquet that you’re unloved.
Think of all the people – male, female, old, young – who love you. Who love you for YOU. The flawed, unique, glorious person that only you can be.
Love really is all around (and it rarely sends you flowers).
Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you guys.