Dude, you’ve done it! You’ve got this thing sewn up so tight ain’t no way, no how you’re ending up in the dog house this Valentine’s Day.
Two dozen red roses to arrive at her workplace, and guaranteed to make all workmates jealous as anything? Tick
Candlelit dinner booked at Tres Cher for 8.00pm? Tick
Limousine arranged to pick up the lovely lady to whisk her to a fancy hotel for an overnight stay? Tick
Overnight bag in car with a new dress AND in the right size. Meaning a size down to be a flattering gesture, but not too big a number as to be accurate? Tick
Favourite song to begin playing as you both walk into the restaurant. Tick
Made it to dinner table without peril? Tick
Tiffany necklace in Champagne glass, and on which she doesn’t choke requiring any sort of Heimlich manoeuvre? Tick
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…and tick!
GOAL!!!!! And the crowd goes wild. You hold that trophy high and aloft showing those other dumb fellas how it’s done.
“Where’s the card, baby?”
“Whadya mean, hun?”
“The card. Where’s my Valentine’s card?”
Put that trophy down, sit down and listen up. It doesn’t matter what you buy, how big the gesture is or how much money you spend. We like to know what you feel. Sorry, I’m going to fast.
We like to know what you feel about US. What keeps you with and loving US.
Without that card you have scored another own goal, my friend.
No denying beautiful gifts are beautiful gifts, but they can belong to anyone. What cannot be replicated is what our partner thinks and feels about us and the relationship.
So, do yourselves a favour and make sure you have that card in the back of the net before anything else, or it’s going to be another Red Card Year as you are sent off into that dog house…again.
And, word to the wise? A gift of words is your one stop shop to a card and gift in one – and won’t break the bank. Come on, you had to allow me one own goal!
Go on, my son.
Yes, I’ll stop with the football analogies now.