Valentine’s Day Blast From The Past

I could write a whole post about how we don’t really do Valentine’s Day. Not like other people do it, anyway. Sure, we exchange chocolate, even if sometimes it comes from the day after 50 percent off sale. Once in a while, there might be a gift thrown in (like a new shirt or a video game), but the gift is mostly something we’ve been meaning to buy but keep forgetting, and VDay is an excellent reminder to spend yo’ money. So, not a lot of consumer driven romance happening in the Anxious household. To each his own.

So, yeah, I could do a post on that, but that would probably be boring. Instead, I’m going to go all blast from the past and share a post about my first Valentine’s Day with Sam. It was originally published on February 12, 2015, back before this blog had much of a following, so the post will be new to most of you. It’s the best kind of Valentine’s Day story — short and with a fail.


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It was close to a year from the time that S. and I started dating before Valentine’s Day happened. I wasn’t really sure what to expect from him, since had both talked about our dislike for the holidays being so commercialized and for the suggestion that love is tied to money.

On Valentine’s Day, I came home from school (I was a junior in college at the time) and went to my room after chatting briefly with my grandmother (who I lived with). I stood over my computer desk to reach down and turn the tower on, and when I stood up, I noticed someone coming out of my closet out the corner of my eye.

Before I could register who it was, I let out a blood-curdling scream. Then I saw who it was–S. was standing there with flowers. He looked horrified.

“That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for he said,” handing me the flowers. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Ah, thanks,” I said, rather embarrassed. But then again, what young woman wouldn’t be freaked out when she notices a man coming out of her closet?

My grandmother popped in about that time, laughing. “I knew that’s what was going to happen when you said you wanted to hide in her closet and surprise her, S!” she said.

“Well, why didn’t you say that?” S asked.

“Because I thought it would be funny,” my grandmother replied, causing us to laugh as well. She left the room after that to let us be alone.

“Here,” S said to me, thrusting a gift bag in my hand. I opened the bag and found some chocolate, a Lord of the Rings figure, and a card that S had made for me. That might sound corny, but it was really sweet and basically said that he couldn’t wait to see me in my wedding dress (even though he hadn’t yet proposed–that wouldn’t come for a few more months).


Anxious Mom’s tips to not failing Valentine’s Day this weekend:

1. Don’t jump out of a closet to scare your lover. Especially when she has no reason to think that you would be home. Surprises are good, but not this kind. It will totally kill the VDay mood.

2. Skip out on any restaurants whose main menu consists of breakfast items if you’re going for a romantic vibe.
tumblr_lqb62gmfeT1qhjbxeo1_4003. Don’t give her a bag with a pumice stone and foot moisturizer and tell her it’s for her dry feet. (This happened on our second Valentine’s Day…and that was our real last attempt at celebrating that holiday.) Opt for a trip to the spa, especially if you don’t want to see a pumice stone flying at your head.

I know y’all must have some Valentine’s Day fails, so do share!

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33 thoughts on “Valentine’s Day Blast From The Past

  1. myambivalentexistence says:

    Hehehehe , ok.
    My first Valentine’s Day with hubby we were newly married. I was sixteen and he was eighteen :). We wanted to be romantic. So hubby gave an older girl in the parking lot of a Kash’n’karry $30 to buy a bottle of champagne for us. That was a lot of money back then because we were poor and living off of student loans. She brought back the $4 special and kept the change :p ……… it gets better. In addition to romantic, hubby wanted to be sexy. Let’s preface with I was tiny at 16. I’m 5’5 and I barely weighed a hundred pounds. So …. Hubby went to Walmart to buy lingerie. And he didn’t know what size to get …… Hehehe….. So he got a very pretty lacy purple negligee ……. In a one size fits all …… I was swimming in it ….. It in no way looked sexy. We ended up laughing about it while we split a bottle of very bad champagne :p it was an awesome Valentine’s Day 🙂

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  2. Sam is lucky he didn’t get shot. You hear about stuff like that all the time where someone in the home is mistaken for an intruder and gets killed. But that was very sweet of him. And please let Sam know that I think it is so brave of him to have come out of the closet. It couldn’t have been easy and he has my full support.

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  3. aintnobodygottimeblog says:

    He hid in the closet?! LMAO! I would have screamed too 🙈
    Only reason we celebrate is because our anniversary is on the 19th and the only reason we got married then is because it was a shotgun wedding of sorts since I was 4 months preggers and really starting to show lol.

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  4. Yeeeessss, I do. We are not gift-y people, either, although sometimes he’ll TRY randomly here and there. I do believe it was either this incident or the eucalyptus in the flowers (I’m allergic) that made me tell him to stop trying ever.
    When I was pregnant with Sassy, he brought home a pile of bath products, ran me a bath, washed me, massaged me — all that was fine and good until I hived-up, leading to my discovery that the entire line was Champagne and Strawberries complete with a tinge of red dye.
    Nothing is sexier than an angry pregnant woman covered in hives.

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  5. LOL! Everything about this is awesome. I especially loved the part about the best thing being how it includes a fail. 🙂

    I don’t have any V-Day stories to tell because neither my husband nor I are much into the holiday. One 2/13, he did send me a potted plant–because he knows cut plants make me sad–and a sweet note about not needing a holiday to say he loves me. I guess that’s kinda V-Day related?!

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    • Haha it counts! Little Man asked us why we don’t do all the Valentine’s presents and feast (lol) and when I explained why, he was baffled at the notion that people think it’s the one day a year to show your love and all.

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  6. No Vday stories from me, unless getting those lame Vday cards in school count. What struck me was this: “I stood over my computer desk to reach down and turn the tower on…” that right there is a gem. I’m feeling old now, knowing what you meant by “tower” 😉

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  7. haha, love it!!! Growing up, our tradition was to wait 2 weeks and then we’d see who got the best deals on the discounted candy and gifts!!! Valentine’s fail? I was 5 and my dad bought my mom a box of chocolates as big as I was. She was on a diet. She went ballistic and threw the heart-shaped monster-sized box of fat & calories back at him!!!

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  8. Our first VDay we were newly married and my husband complained about the commercialization and his father told him “Just get her a gift. Save yourself the agony.” This time, though, we both basically forgot about it. We usually do our own thing too. But the worst gift was when he gave me coupon for a tattoo for my birthday. Tattoos are fine, but I’m way too square (and pain sensitive) for one. We still didn’t know each other that well so I just stared at it, not sure what to say. And then he laughed and said it was a joke. He’d made it in Photoshop. I was so relieved I didn’t hit him.

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