don't pretend you don't know what day it is

ok so i know we're all over valentines day.

it's generation sex, according to this week's good weekend [the age, melbourne] and we don't care about love and romance, only casual partners and 'blowing a guy's mind'.

i say bah humbug to the cynicism. BAH HUMBUG to generation sex.

yes, valentine's day is commercial, and there's pressure to make presents and dates bigger and better every year. for your man to outdo your friend's man. and yes, most of the schlocky presents you see advertised are crass...and ugly... or hilariously cheesy.

well, i like being taken out for dinner.
i like being spoilt and made to feel like a girl.
and i don't see the problem with having a day where you remember to take time to just be together, to remind each other that you're in a relationship by choice and for a reason.

so, this post is a little soppy. big deal. i just woke to flowers being delivered to my door from someone who knows that i don't like roses and remembers to send tulips instead. i've never felt more special and happy and all that soppy valentine's stuff.





so sue me.

i'm spending valentines having a picnic with Kharen, Karen, Emma, Caitlin and maybe Kelly too. there'll be wine, cheese and girl talk. then we'll watch the oc. almost entirely perfect.