Not every day do I get to strap pinions to my back and dress us as a chubby cherubim and fill my quiver with love arrows and shoot them at whoever I want, but today I do.
And I’m shooting you.
As your self appointed Cupid I’m entitled to give you a word about tomorrow, Valentines Day. A pep talk. And what I have to say boils down to this: you’re going to be Romantic tomorrow. I’m sorry if that stings, but it’s true. You’re going to be Romantic tomorrow, and I won’t hear anything else.
You’re going to be bold and make the move you’ve been thinking about making but haven’t made yet. Times up. You’re going to say the words, or buy the drink, or slip the note, or send the email, or stop the elevator at the last second, or do whatever you have to do to cue the waltz music.
Because your life is destined to be a waltz not a dirge. Remember that tomorrow. Tomorrow, think the color red. Better yet, fuscia. Think salsa dancing. Think hair down. Think Jim and Pam. Think you.
And when the cynic in you objects that this is all so silly and sentimental and tacky and commercialized, then kill that voice and be Romantic.
I’m not saying it’s all about the flowers. But it is about the flowers. I’m not saying it’s all about the Ferraro Rochers. But it is about the Ferraro Rochers. Do you catch my drift? Be Romantic.
If you have a boo already and think that’s some kind of Valentines get out of jail free card, think again. Up the ante. Play the ace you’ve been hiding. Be Romantic.
One last thing: don’t let me catch you saying ‘low key’. You can be a million things tomorrow. Be a flame. Be frigid. Be a tower of ice. Be a moldy lemon. Be a balloon of despair. But don’t for the life of you be low key.
Tomorrow’s the day. Stand up tall. Take heart. Go for it. Fumble your words. Swing for the fences. Cupid’s rooting and crowd is going wild.
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