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Valentine's Day Mini- Humor Marathon: Post 2
a blog by Lori Shandle-Fox, February 14, 2013
Welcome to the Laughing IS Conceivable Valentine's Day Mini Humor Marathon: Post 2: "Right Holiday- Wrong Loser (I mean 'guy')"
(If you stumbled upon this post, don't worry, I'll let you know at the end where to find Post 1 if you're interested. It's not like you're going to be totally lost if you start here. It's not Downton Abbey for crying out loud.)
So, what were we talking about? Oh right. How important it is for couples dealing with infertility to celebrate Valentine's Day...Celebrate it early and celebrate it often.
Because infertility sometimes makes us forget about the romance. It's easy among the rushing around to fertility clinic appointments and tests and fertility medications to forget to hold hands, hug out of love not just to console... Of course, the key to a good Valentine's Day is the same as the key to a good relationship which is the same as the key to betting on a horse: Don't pick a loser.
So there was this girl I used to work with. (I really did work with this girl. No, really, it's not me. I'll give you her name and social security number later.) Anyway... She dated this guy for a long time who every now and then also dated other women. Then came Valentine's Day. He was mad at her for something or other (or more likely he's one of those guys who picks a fight the day before Valentine's Day to save on the cost of a card).
So he ends up buying her a little candy basket (that looked suspiciously like an Easter basket--probably on sale in February-99% off the original price) with a Tweety Bird balloon on a stick shoved into it.
Doesn't matter to me how much a man spends on a gift. It really is the thought that counts. And clearly Tweety Boy put zero thought into his Valentine's Day gift. I feel sure he purchased Tweety as a way to kill two birds (as it were) with one stone: 1) To shut her up and 2) To kill some time while waiting for his gas tank to fill up at the convenience store from whence he made his heartfelt purchase.
Some of the world's best love stories,- Romeo and Juliet, Adam and Eve, Barack and Michelle- have begun, I feel certain, with a Valentine's Day gift bought alongside a pack of cigarettes, a scratch-off lottery ticket and a box of tickle me Trojans.
Then, he had the chudspa to show up at our job and bark into his cell phone: "I'm outside, you'd better come get your gift!"
He rolled up to the curb, dumped poor Tweety on the sidewalk and took off.
So needless to say the girl got mad at her Valentine, didn't speak to him for weeks, then got pregnant, had his baby and married him five years later.
Smart women doing dumb things because they somehow think a loser is better than no man at all. I call it "The Tweety Syndrome".
So if you've got someone good...through all of the infertility-related fights...caused by hormones, frustration, and stress, be eternally grateful. He may not be perfect...but then again, he ain't no Tweety Boy either.
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