I hate Valentine’s Day, with its chocolate hearts, tacky pink cards, helium balloons, and flowers and overpriced tables at restaurants which, I don't buy into. By Friday, it will be back to normal with plenty of valentine tat on offer at half price or less so my Valentine 15th. I think my wife does enjoy the whole Valentine day event and for her I will smile and there could be something behind my back but I wish the day could pass of like anyother day.
I cannot even remember last Valentine’s day but I remember the moment I met the love of my life which is more important to me and the only love story I care about. Who does not enjoy a good old-fashioned love story?
It was Christmas 1983 and I had just been let go from the stores at the Skill Centre. On my way home, I decided to pop in at a Christmas party at the Parade Adult Education Centre for a drink or two. Glenys (The Wife) was there but I did not know her and any way I was catching up with old friends. At some point, she was directed to my attention and I was asked my opinion, I shot off a reply “Not for me” and left it there. A bit nasty but true and it was not as if I said it to her face.
Over the next few months, we became friends/mates meeting at the Centre, a group of us started socialising mainly in the pub, and we started to get along. Still there was nothing-romantic going on but that changed in the summer of 1984 but things had moved on. She had acquired a boyfriend and to top it off a mate and I was kind of dating myself with a ‘friend with benefits’ in a long term relationship.
The change in my feelings happen when a group of friends called at my house and we were standing about having a chat when Glenys slid across the back seat of the car. Just like ‘Bernie, the bolt’ hitting the target on the Golden Shot an arrow when straight through my heart, shit what to do now.
It just had to be a case of unrequited love has I would never climb over a mate for a girl. Something like that is not who I am. However, I did become a bit of a third wheel in her relationship, which was a bit naughty, and after Christmas 1984 when everything hit the buffers someone was around with a broad shoulder to cry on.
So just after New Year, we became an item nine months later we were standing in front of a vicar and 34 years later we are still together and I am still complaining about ruddy Valentine’s Day.
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