Ah, Valentine’s Day. And that quirky twist when it follows
Friday the 13th – awesome. How can you not love that? If you don’t,
do you have teenagers?
I mentioned on various social networking sites that I was
mildly concerned about Valentine’s Day this year. The Girl is single this year,
but has plans to go out and play with friends. (Had plans, Friday the 13th
struck and she’s now a bit under the weather. Poor baby. Poor whiny baby.) The
Boy also had (past tense) plans to hang out with friends (online) and play
video games. Note: he’s not single.
Well, he is, of course, but his new girlfriend doesn’t view the world the same
way he does no matter how understanding she is. Hubby and I are simply
astounded at how understanding this little freshman girl is. Really. I mean I
wrote an understanding girlfriend, but she had dark ulterior motives and I’m
sort of freaking a little here, except my son is not the character that teenage
vixen had her sights on. Thank God for small miracles.
Anyway, that The Boy was planning on ignoring his new
girlfriend for their first romantic opportunity had me a tiny bit concerned.
First, where did I go wrong? Second, what was his scorned girlfriend going to
do to show her displeasure. Was I lucky enough that it would simply be a breakup?
Not likely. How would The Boy react? Would
The Boy react? Had I unknowingly raised a sociopath? No, just an idiot.
As I planned a subtle
talk with my youngest child to spare him from who knew what later drama,
previously mentioned would-be creator of later drama took matters into her own
hands. Somehow suspecting that The Boy was clueless, probably because he hadn’t
initiated a damn thing so far in their relationship except for a couple walks
to Dunkin Donuts or Menchie’s with her simply because A) he wanted to go B) he
didn’t want to go alone C) no one else was available, and D) she was more or
less on the way. Sigh, smart girl. Anyway, she showed up on our doorstep, on a
skateboard, and asked if he’d take her the Valentine’s Dance. Point blank.
There’s no wiggle room there. No more shrugs, we’ll see, later, nothing evasive
– an answer was required and his parents were behind him, but backing her. And
he knew it. And it’s short notice so he doesn’t have time to freak out. It’s
make a decision, take time to shower, dress, pick her up, and go. Clever.
So The Boy voluntarily went to a dance. For just a short
bit, long enough to make an appearance, quick run around the room so she could
show off her tall, skinny boyfriend who took the time to put on a suit jacket
with his jeans – not the entire suit, just the jacket but close enough. Then
they ditched and went to a movie. No clue what they’re seeing. Hubby is hanging
out playing chauffeur. Dinner and/or dessert may or may not happen after. No
one tells me anything.
Meanwhile The Girl and I are watching TV and making
Valentines. This is a big holiday with wide appeal so surely there’s a niche
for our Valentines. What do you think?
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