Ranting in a Whisper

If I said that I was looking forward to Valentine's Day, would you believe me? Nah, I didn't think so. I am actually looking forward to the day, strange as it may seem. This year I'm "In Like" again, though he is fully aware of my feelings on the day. I'm sure he's more relieved than anything. He is exempt from being measured against all the other schmucks out there in the quest for "Most Romantic." Although we are totally preying on the simple mindedness of the masses when we made our plans. This year the "Most Romantic Day of the Year" falls on a Saturday, livening the possibilities of the day and nearly ensuring that, even in these tough times, restaurants will be packed to the gills. Because EVERYONE must show the world how much they are in Love. Or Like, as the case may be.

We are going to see the Rodin exhibit at a local museum--thinking that most people will be too preoccupied to go view several large chunks of bronze. I'm sure that even our timid excursions will be wrought with traffic and those on furious chase for roses. That evening we will prepare dinner at home, a menu similar to that of our first "date"-which is as sentimental as I'll get-and then to follow up with that little bit of whimsy, we'll be completely ironic and go to the theater to see "He's Just Not That into You." Hehe. But that's it. No gifts, no cards, and no flowers. The only difference for that day versus any other is that we're going to a museum. Which we have only from Jan 25-April 19 to view the exhibit, so hopefully February 14 will be the least crowded of the days.