It’s Valentine’s Day soon, the day of lurve, romance, beauty and seductive attraction. Ooh, fancy. I’ve had one proper Valentine’s Day, last year with Sam and I loved it. Well, I loved everything about it other than the fact that we went out on the 14th, when millions of other lovebirds also come out for some romantic times. Except, it’s not romantic when you’re packed in, sandwiched between two other couples, trying to enjoy your Bella Italia meal and being careful not to catch fire in the candle which is dangerously positioned on a table not big enough for two grown people. It’s not exactly intimate, never mind romantic and it’s certainly not worth the money when they crank it up 10%.
So this year, our Valentine’s Day will be on the 18th of February, four whole days after the other couples (52% of whom met in Nandos last week) decided to have their romantic night. The plan is to go to a seafood restaurant called Loch Fyne, situated in the heart of York. I’ve trawled the menu, it’s not cheap by any means but it’s a special occasion so it’s appropriate enough. And why shouldn’t someone spoil themselves every so often? We totes deserve it.
A lot of people are bitter towards Valentine’s Day for various reasons, whether it’s because of a bad experience, aversion to cheesy love or just being single, but I really like it. I think it’s a wonderful day and it’s really nice that we have a day set aside for love. Love is one of the greatest things in the world, it literally makes it go round, it’s everywhere. In everyday life, films, books, culture, it affects people more than anything else, for good or for bad. I’M NOT INTENDING TO BE CHEESY BUT love really affects me. I love Sam, I love my family and I love my friends. All different kinds of love, but still love. I consider myself incredibly lucky to have all of this in my life and I don’t know what I would do without it or if I would be the same person that I am.
The imminent booking that we have at Loch Fyne restaurant is keeping me going, this term is coming to a difficult end and I really need to be treated. The only problem with Valentine’s Day for me is trying to find Sam a suitable present…most difficult task ever….