So, here we are on Valentine’s Day (or if you are Fixie, VD). KB isn’t here meaning I’m alone and I’m sitting here staring at a computer screen. The cursor blinks at me as if it knows what the next letter is going to be, but won’t tell me. It’s kind of a tease.
I imagine that when most of you read that I am alone right now, you will assume that I forgot VD and KB got mad, stormed out and left me all alone to listen to my shitty anarcho-punk music and drink warm Guinness. And since I was all alone and didn’t have anything to do, I started to write as a way to deal with my inadequacies as a man in modern society.
You would be wrong.
The first Xmas that KB and I spent together was in 2008. We weren’t dating, per se, but we had hung out a bit and we talked on the phone pretty much constantly. I was living in Logan and she was in SG. Having been in a relationship that would consider a lack of a gift for any occasion a death sentence, I figured I would be all suave and proactive and get KB a gift. Well, that’s not entirely true, I really just didn’t want to be the dude that didn’t get her anything.
I enrolled Renee Reber who helped me pick out some awesome hand made earrings and something else that I don’t recall. I was ready.
I rolled South and met up with KB and I was pretty excited because I knew she was going to like what I had got her. I never really thought that she would then feel obligated to get me something. But I quickly learned that she wasn’t exactly the gifting type. After I gave her the earrings, later that evening she gave me a six pack of beer, a Mountain Dew, a bag of Funyons and a notebook with a pen. All of which I’m pretty sure that she purchased at Maverick’s.
As we did begin to date and get to know each other better, I found out that she shared many of the same tendencies that I had, that is to not care much about these holidays that have been manufactured to sell us stuff and that put strains on relationships that don’t need to be there.
This morning KB came over to give me a kiss goodbye, as is our custom, and she asked me what time I got off work. She had a pretty sheepish look on her face. I told her I got off at 5. She looked disappointed and then said, “I really want to go to my yoga class.” I replied, “We’ve never celebrated Valentine’s, why would we start now?” She was happy and went to work.
And that is where she is and why I’m alone on VD.
They say that love is finding that person that is the same kind of crazy as you. Well, I found mine.
Happy VD!
Now, go fuck yourselves.