Friday, February 04, 2011
Valentine's Day: It's All About the Chase
I begin my cryptic prodding by circling the date on my planner calendar in red marker and leaving the book open on the kitchen counter under his wallet and keys. Then I watch him pass by, take his things and walk off. So, I try something else.
I leave a bunch of catalogs for Caribbean cruises, restaurants and jewelry in a pile on his side of the bed. He comes in the room, scoops them up and says, “Are you still looking at this stuff or should I throw it out?”
With a week left in the countdown, I decide to get blunt. I say,
“So, Valentine’s Day is coming. What are we doing?”
A starring contest ensues, which means he has nothing planned. Then he says:
“I think you will take me out on a date. Surprise me.”
“WHAT? Oh that’s clever,” I say.
But it’s really lame, and I only agree to the idea because, obviously, I have to show him how Valentine’s Day is done. So I ask my husband to list what he loves.
He scratches his head, then announces, “You, definitely.”
“Okay, good answer,” I say, “but I need some more ideas.”
“Um, Yankee baseball, The Jets, barbecue chicken wings, ...”
I stop writing. “Let me get this straight. You like me, sports and meat?”
“Well, I guess. Yeah.” He laughs at the realization.
“So, you’re saying that for Valentine’s Day, I could broil a steak for you and put on ESPN. That would make you happy?”
“Okay,” he says, smiling.
“And if I walked past the television half naked would you still watch the game?”
He raises an eyebrow and there is a long pause. Then he asks, “Is this a trick question?”
“Forget it,” I say, flabbergasted.
The next day I’m dropping my 3 year-old son off at preschool. We are greeted at the door by a little girl named Kaylee who has the most enormous green eyes and is wearing a sparkling pink shirt. She helps my youngest hang his coat in his cubby hole.
My son looks at her and scowls. “Why is he following me, Mom?”
“This is a she” I say motioning to his little female friend, “and she’s just being friendly.”
“Him always follows me and him wants to put kisses on me too, actually,” my son exclaims, red-faced. “Him is really crazy!” he adds.
Kaylee and I watch my son march off and glance back several times, as if he is waiting for a chase to begin. But his fan is not following him.
Instead, Kaylee is tugging on my shirt. I bend down so she can whisper in my ear.
“Mrs. Christie, your son says that his ham sandwich is #1 and I am #2. He runs away from me all the time,” she says, sadly.
I pat her on the head. "Don’t worry Kaylee, there is hope for you yet. His father says the same thing to me. Let me tell you a little secret about boys. If they tease you that means they are trying to hide the fact that they love you."
“Teeheehee!” she laughs, and then skips after him.
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