Regurgitation of Valentines Day Part Deaux

This second Valentine regurgitation is from the Lighter Side files and probably solicited more comments than most of the articles I wrote… ah, such sweet memories of hate emails…  Remember there is a P.S. at the bottom.

Next week is the date that strikes fear in every man’s heart…Valentine’s Day.  Don’t ask me why but the majority of the males of our species haven’t got a clue to what a Perfect Valentine Gift (PVG) is.  The irony of this situation is that the females of our species know the predicament the males are in.  They are compassionate creatures and in the true spirit of romance, demand that the males go find that PVG and are explicit in their description of the enormity of the impact that gift will have upon the relationship.  Granted, they will make this demand with their best coquettish smile, but the males aren’t fooled.

So for the next week you will see harried bipeds, the ones with the X chromosome, scurrying around card shops, candy stores, and gift shops trying to find the PVG.  At great risk to their egos, they sniff body lotions, bath soaps, and perfumes or simply stare catatonically at jewelry, wondering how something so small could cost so much.  They try to remember what the PVG was last year and wonder how close they can come to purchasing a similar item without accusations of being a carrier of the dreaded social disease youobviouslydidnotputanythoughtintoit.    

            It is my obligation to help out my fellow PVG searchers with a little advice.  Buy them chocolate.  Expensive chocolate.  They can’t be fooled by cheap imitations because they carry the Y chromosome and that allows them to spot cheapskates with an almost supernatural power. 

What?  Your counterpart is watching her weight and doesn’t want to be tempted by expensive chocolate?  Then the next best thing for your wallet is flowers.  Expensive flowers.  Not the flowers you can pick up at the cemetery when no one is watching, but those high-dollar ones that require you to sign a lien against your car to guarantee payment.  Don’t ask me how, but they know where you get them so don’t risk it… just fork out the bucks.

If you happen to be one of those lucky ones whose love has been blessed with allergies to flowers and chocolates, then the final resort is jewelry.  It must be diamonds, no zubic cheapconiums stones are allowed.  They will take it to be checked and since jewelers are sadistic creatures anyway, they will be more than happy to tell your love exactly what you paid for the PVG. 

I think that you get the idea.  Until we can find a way to make February 14th disappear, we will be bound to hunt down and procure the Perfect Valentine Gift.  Don’t forget the card that must accompany your PVG and remember that Y chromosome requires them to flip the cards over to see what you paid for it.  Don’t blow your PVG efforts by cheaping out on the card!  Remember the operative word here is “expensive” because youobviouslydidnotputanythoughtintoit is nothing to laugh about!  Happy hunting. 

(FYI: In a recent study performed by the School of Relational Disorders at Cambridge, it was determined that youobviouslydidnotputanythoughtintoit has obliterated more romantic evenings than any other disorder known to man.  If the Y chromosome dominant portion of our species would only accept the fact that fishing tackle is extremely romantic and a lot of thought goes into the acquisition of the perfect bait casting reel then we could make great strides in the elimination of this social disorder.) 

Disclaimer: Before all the hate emails come pouring in from the Y chromosome carriers, I have never claimed to be a romantic nor have I ever claimed to have actually acquired a PVG.  After 25 something failed hunts, no trophies adorn my wall of fame… and it doesn’t look like that tradition will end this year either.

P.S.  I think I finally have found how to acquire the PVG.  It happened last year when it occurred to me the key is to have the Perfect Valentine who is more interested in the person and not the gift.  My advice this year to my fellow harried bipeds with the X chromosome is to find her; your perfect valentine and the rest of February 14th becomes moot.

Regurgitation of Valentines Day

I wrote this piece several years ago and it quickly became a favorite so I am going to post it on the blog.  Please read the p.s. at the end…

Advice for the Romantics Out There 

            Yeah, yeah, yeah, it is February again.  That means that all around this land there will be romantic evenings planned, the purchasing of the perfect gift that represents one’s love for their partner, and cards… lots of cards will be bought and sent thus saving the United Postal Service from financial ruin.  Perhaps you are one of those who sits for hours trying to come up with the ultimate scheme that will prove once and for all your undying devotion for your loved one.  You are in luck!  I happen to have just a few examples of such acts of devotion that will inspire you to break new ground on this day of amore¢.

            In 1863, Jack Thingwurst, of Muncy, Indiana, thought that his love should receive something from her soldier on this special day.  Starting in early January, Jack whittled his little pumpkin a heart from the wood off the stock of his rifle.  The carving had delicate inlays of bone, taken from the buttons of Confederate soldiers, depicting cupid, surrounded with doves, shooting an arrow of love into a heart.  When he finished the carving, he sent it by courier to Betty Jakoski, also of Muncy, in time for Valentines Day.  Imagine her surprise when she opened the package to find this exquisite piece of art, taken from her lover’s gunstock while he was off fighting.  Imagine Jack’s surprise when Johnny Rebs overran his camp and dispatched him quickly from this world when he couldn’t shoulder his rifle to get off a shot, but hey, such a small price to pay for love, right?

            In 1918, Howard Crumbacher, a confectioner of El Paso, Texas, made his love an individualized box of chocolates.  Each chocolate formed a letter that spelled out, “With All My Love, Howard” and since he used his love’s favorite nougat filling inside, it was a hit!  Unfortunately, Howard had just caught the flu bug that was going around and his love, Karen Johnson, of Carlsbad, New Mexico, caught it too when she munched down on the candies.  Howard survived to make more candy; Karen lived long enough to curse him as she passed from this life in a pool of sweat.  Isn’t love precious?

            In 1963, Helen Bickering, of Atlanta, Georgia, made a basket of cookies for the love of her life, none other than Elvis Presley, of Memphis, Tennessee.  Along with the cookies was a ten page letter of her undying love for the king of rock and roll and a promise that she would wait faithfully for him to come and sweep her off her feet.  Elvis never came, but he did eat the cookies and they were so good that he continued to eat cookies just like them until he finally died sitting on his throne.  Overweight.  Sweaty.  Totally rank.  Helen never stopped loving him though and sent him cookies every year at Valentines Day and even would drop a batch off by the grave after he had been planted in Graceland.  It was during one of these visits that she was accidentally run over by a Greyhound bus full of members of Elvis’ fan club, from Stevens Point, Wisconsin.  She died in the street, smashed cookies crumbled all over her broken body, just 93 feet from the bosom of the man she loved.  Sigh… stories like this just give me goose bumps.

            I think you can see that you have your work cut out for you if you are going to try to top one of these monumental acts of love.  Good luck to you and yours on this mushiest of days and I shall leave you with a Valentine blessing…

            May your expression of love be tender and sweet.  May your chocolates be void of coconut treats. 
May your card have your lover’s sentiments sworn         May they remember to remove the roses’ thorns.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 P.S. This is the first of two such writings.  The second one will seem a little cynical but I will add a post script on it as well.