Hopeless Romantic: A Valentine's Day Special
Well, its that time of year again. That’s right Cupid’s birthday February 14th.
20 years have gone by and not once have I had a true Valentine. There is always
a friend that asks, “Will you be my valentine?” That is cool and everything but
the true valentine day connection is not there. Back in elementary Valentine’s
Day was so much fun. I got to make out little Valentines Day cards and pass out
the girls in the class. This was the time where you got to tell the cute girl in
the class “You’re so sweet!!!”, or that “I am thinking of you.” More importantly
I got to find out which girls in the class liked me. You could always tell,
because your valentine day card was much better and had a hand written message
in it. You were just the man if you got a Valentine from a girl in the grade
above you. But now that I am 20 years old, sitting at home on February 14th
sucks. When will I get to show the special someone in my life how special she
is. Even though I would do that all year long,(that is the type of guy I am) it
is just good to be able to do it on Valentines Day. Me being the true gentleman
that I am, I will not be that guy who has to wait in line at See’s Candies for 3
hours just to get a box of chocolates or I will not be the man that has to
settle for a plant because Conroy’s sold out of roses. See I am the romantic
man. A renaissance man of the new millennium when it comes to LOVE. Oh the pure
beauty of that word sends chills down my spine. A word that is raped by many in
our contemporary world. If I only had a chance to play. If the coach would only
put me in. Give me the ball, I am ready, I want the game to depend on me. I know
I will succeed. Unfortunately the coach tells me they just changed the rules,
for this game only 4 people get to play, and I am the 5th man, the
odd man out. Left to soak in my loneliness I can only sit back and watch the
others play. I feel like the boy put on punishment, during his summer break, as
he watches his friends play football or red light green light in the street. His
only option is to grasp that window and only imagine what it would be like to
have one more water balloon fight. But that is my only option every February 14th.
It seems as if I am always on punishment. When will I be able to break through
the window and show the world what a gentleman I truly am? If I am locked up in
the lonely man’s dungeon once again I will be able to only imagine what it would
be like……….
I
would first start off my morning by calling the love on my life and with my most
flirtatious and sexy voice, whisper, “Happy Valentines Day” After she stops
laughing and awwwing at me, I will tell her I love her and she will do the same.
I will then wish her a beautiful and blessed day and I can’t wait to see her
later on tonight (Even though I will see her later when I surprise her at her
job). As I hang up the phone, I quickly call her job and confirm that the single
red rose was placed on her desk with a love letter discussing many of our inside
jokes, and making references to our Valentines Date tonight. After she is done
reading the card, she reaches for her purse to get some tissue so she can dry
her eyes(Because I know my woman and I know by know she is already in tears),
she then sees a square looking object. She pulls it from her purse and sees that
it is a CD labeled PLAY ME……PS: You Might Want To Put On Some Head
Phones….thinking to her self “ I don’t have any headphones” She sees PTO…please
turn over……she then sees a note that says look inside your Altoids case. She
goes back in her purse and retrieves her Altoids metal container, inside she
sees a set of travel headphones. She plugs her headphones in and then inserts
the CD. At first the CD is silent, she only hears a static sound and then she
hears the intro to her favorite song by Stevie Wonder RIBBION IN THE SKY……after
the piano interlude fades away, …my voice anxiously comes in. Surprised and
shocked to hear my voice she begins to cry even more……She hears my voice say on
the CD….”Baby, close your door, I know you don’t want anyone in your office to
see your crying.” So she gets up and closes her door. She puts her headphones
back on her head and then hears me read one of my new love poems especially
written for her.(INSERT POEM---Not Yet Written). During my explicit poem she
becomes very very aroused. As the next track comes on a Jazz instrumental begins
to play. She then sits back closes her eyes and tries to relax. I previously
called her boss and asked her to let my baby take it easy at work today. Hours
have passed and my soon to be wife had fallen asleep while listening to the CD
that I made especially for her. She awakes as she hears a knocking sound on the
door. To her surprise it is me. In my hand I hold a bag full of goodies. As she
jumps into my arms our lips meet. Her glossy freshly painted lipstick lips
caress my lips that have been wanting to kiss her just one more time and then I
whisper in her ear, “ Surprise, its lunch time, and I’m ready to eat. She gently
slaps me on my chest and says we can’t do that here. I simply laugh and agree
with her. From my bag of goodies I unpack a blanket, I clear some space on the
floor and lay the blanket out. Then I take out a bottle of wine, a portable CD
player with a set of small travel speakers, two plates of prepared gourmet food,
in which I prepared myself. For her, grilled chicken marinated in her favorite
seasonings and for me a tender juicy steak. Both with mixed vegetables and a
side salad, and a double baked potatoes with home made rolls. We both finish our
food, I wipe off a small crumb on roll left on her sexy and kissable lips. She
then says how thankful she is that I am in her life. I tell her, but wait,
there’s more. I pull out a basket of ripe red strawberries dipped in white
chocolate. We feed them to each other. I just love it when she takes a bite,
the strawberry juice gets on her face, which just gives me an excuse to lick it
off. I pack up my bag of goodies and I am on my way. As I close the door, I see
her co workers running into her office like little kids running after the ice
cream truck. They must know what just went on. So I head down stairs and I hop
in her car, my friend who was waiting patiently down stairs takes my car back to
the house. 5 pm comes around and my girl heads down stairs. She heads to the
parking lot but does not see her car. The parking lot attendant gives her a
note. She opens the note and nervously reads, “Walk to the front.” She quickly
walks to the front and sees a black stretch limp waiting out in front with a
limo driver with a sign that reads, “Looking for Will’s Girl” She walks over to
the front and explains the driver who she is. After checking her ID, he lets her
in. She gets inside and above her head she sees a post it note that says PUSH
ME. She pushes the button and the TV comes on. A prerecorded video that I set up
begins to play. Surprise!!!!!!!!! It’s me, aren’t you so glad that I am your
man. Well if your wondering I took your car home, so don’t even worry about
that. All I need you to do is sit back relax and look trough the photo album of
pictures full of us together. If the car stops, wait until the driver opens it
for you and follow the path of rose pedals. The car stops and the driver open
the door. So she gets out and follows the path of rose pedals. She walks into
what is a friends apartment. She finds all of her hair and makeup supplies, a
beautiful dress laying on the bed, another post it note. The note says, relax,
take a shower, get all dressed up and be ready by 8 o’clock, this is Valentines
Day and I want to take this day to show you how special you are. I would love to
do this for you all the time, but you know I am so busy with my work, that we
barley get enough time to see each other. Dry those tears and hop in the shower,
I have a special day planned for us tonight.
It’s
already 7:55 pm and here I am sitting in traffic. Just my luck. I had the
perfect day all planned out. Not just the perfect date, but the perfect day. I
had a good plan that had to take place within certain times. I was on a strict
schedule. By 8:05 pm, my girl begins to worry. She knows I would not be late,
especially for tonight. But she decides to wait a few more minutes before she
starts to really worry. I quickly pick up my cell phone, after I notice how late
it was. I try and call her cell phone, but there is no answer. I try again, and
she finally picks up on the third ring. “ Baby where are you?” she screams. I
know I told you that I would be there by 8 but I got stuck in traffic. There was
a car accident, and traffic is backed up for miles. But don’t worry I will get
there. Just be patient and keep is sexy and I will be there soon. I begin to
think of my contingency plans. I see there is a problem, and I try to work on a
solution. I get my gray matter to quickly work and do some quick planning. But I
will do what I need to do. So I hop on my cell phone and try to get some things
working. I got in contact with a friend that runs a limo service. Luckily one of
his appointments canceled. I had him rush over to go and pick up my girl. Being
that I was already late, I called the restaurant to see if the reservations were
still in place. They told me that if I would be late, they would need to give up
my spot. I hung up the phone in madness. Not knowing what to really do, I began
to panic. I called my friend back to see if he was on his way. I told him to
pick her up and take her to the place where we had our first kiss. Just ask her,
she knows exactly where it is. After changing lanes, I managed to get off the
deadlocked freeway and hop on the street. I only had one thing in mind that
would turn this once horrible day into a wonderful and memorable Valentine’s
Day.
I
happened to remember there was a 24 hour Home Depot near by. I also knew that
the place where we had first kiss, at the beach, was a good drive from her
friends place, so it would give me some leeway time. So I went to the home depot
and found a fold up outdoors table and chair set. They also had those tiki flame
sticks on sale, so I grabbed a couple of those. I had flowers in the car and a
bottle of wine, so that part was taken care of. I called my friend to see where
they were, it said they were about 20 minutes away. By the time I got to the
beach I knew they could show up any second now. So I unloaded my truck of the
supplies that I bought at Home Depot onto the beach. I carried them all the way
to the shore. I unfolded the table and placed the chairs in the sand. I put some
rocks underneath to give support. I then lit the tiki sticks to provide a sort
of heating system for us. Since we would be out almost in the water at night, it
could get very cold. Just as I lit the last tiki flame stick I saw the lights of
a black limo pull up. I ran up to meet the love of my life. I did not want her
to have to walk in the sand in her beautiful dress. I open the door, and was I
ecstatic once I saw her step out of the limo. She had her hair pulled back into
a bun. The dress had enough covered up to show her level of classiness, but her
body was trying to desperately break through that dress like a criminal in jail.
Her curves were truly amazing. I picked up my queen and carried her to the
shore. She saw what I had laid out for her and she was so so very happy. She saw
the fold up table. She saw the tiki flame sticks . She saw the red rose as the
center piece. She saw the rose pedals that covered the sand and floated in the
water near by. And before she could say anything, I tried to explain that I had
a lovely night for us. I had reservations at a lovely restaurant and a night of
good entertainment. But I got stuck on the freeway and I knew all my plans were
no longer any good. She didn’t even care. She saw how much I had done for her
and was extremely thankful. When she saw for the main course that we were eating
chicken tacos, she could only laugh and then gave me the most passionate and
intimate kiss I had ever received. We ate our chicken tacos and made the best
of our night.
As she laid in my arms as we both laid in the sand, we fell asleep under the
gentle breeze of the warm winter air. With the crack the beautiful morning, her
still sitting in my arms, she reached up and over her shoulder and gave me a
good morning, I love you type of kiss. All I could do, was hug her once
more and only thank the good lord for sending this beautiful angel into my
life.
Commentary: This
is a story that I will read every so often There is just so much that I want to
do for my woman, the only problem is that I do not have one.....awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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