The grand gesture
Well, Valentine's Day is coming. And yes, I know it's a holiday manufactured by greeting card companies and florists. I know that it's a meaningless holiday imbued with false importance. And I know that for most people, Valentine's Day is far from idyllic -- if you're single, you feel like the only person on the planet who's not walking off arm-in-arm with the man/woman of your dreams to a romantic candlelit dinner made up of sensuous finger food like lobster and oysters and strawberries. If you're attached, there's the enormous pressure to come up with The Perfect Gift, one that perfectly epitomizes your true feelings for your beloved -- even if this is the thirtieth Valentine's Day you've spent together and you ran out of perfect gift ideas a quarter-century ago. I know all of this. And I, being a woman, do not care. I believe that Valentine's Day is the one holiday all year that calls for the grand gesture.
For example, send flowers to her office. Not home! Who cares that she'll just have to lug them home for the weekend? This is a grand gesture! And not just a dozen roses, send eighteen roses, or two dozen, or a dozen with balloons, or a dozen with balloons and a box of candy. (Good candy, not crap!) This is the time to throw practicality to the wind, to lead with your heart and make a big statement! Public visibility is critical here because, like that tree falling in the forest, if you make the grand gesture and nobody but her sees it, has it really happened? I think not. You see, Valentine's Day is all about bragging rights. So give her something to brag about.
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