So, this guy..........and our Valentine's Day History

There is my guy donating blood for the 25th time.  Donated a few times since then.  You can save up to three lives with one blood donation.  That's him.  Saving the world again.  That's what he does.  Selflessly giving of himself. I can't list all of the organizations that he volunteers for because I only have 30 minutes to do this entry.  Trust me, it is substantial.  Some people have LinkedIn profiles highlighting their work experience.  He has a LinkedIn profile devoted to his volunteering.  It is a little annoying.  I feel like such a slug compared to him. 

Also, he is romantic by nature.  He chose the wrong woman to get involved with.  I hate romance.  He likes pdas and wants to hold my hand in public.  Yuck.  I don't allow him to give me flowers or chocolates or anything gooey like that.  My idea of romance is watching him vacuum.

Of course, I also have reason to not want gifts from him.  The first gift he ever got me was for my birthday.  In fairness, he was shopping with his mother and that is enough context for you.  He proudly presented me with "anti-wrinkle cream". 

His favorite Valentine's Day was last year.  My daughter and our grandson arrived for a visit on that day.  He loves being a grandpa.  I love that about him. 

He is a softie but I have only seen him cry to one movie, Sex and the City.  (The first one.)  I was cheering at the end and there he was blubbering like a baby.  We have watched the movie about ten times and he cries the ugly cry every single time.  Yeah. 

He is also incredibly gullible.  I am a bit of a prankster, mainly because he makes it very easy.  One of best ones in terms of success was on Valentine's Day, 2015.  It was a Saturday.  He had broken his ankle a few weeks early.  You know what men are like when they are sick.  Apparently, a broken ankle counts as sick.  I had been nurse maid for several weeks and I needed to get out.  I wanted to go out and play poker for a few hours in the afternoon and I would be back for dinner.  He didn't want me to go because it was so cold out and he didn't think the car would start without being plugged in.  Well, I was having a good time.  He starting the "when are you coming home" phone calls at 4 pm.  Every 20 minutes.  Along with an update of the temperature.  I kept moving supper back but encouraged him to have a snack.  Finally, at 10 pm, I was ready to go home after success at the tables.  The car started first try and I put it on speaker phone.  Of course, I told him I lost all of my money in the world and the car wouldn't start.  The only person that I found that would give me a boost was a guy who wanted $200 cash to do so.  I started to fake cry.  I told him I tried CAA and there was a 8 hour waiting list.  He was distraught.  He told me to take a cab home and we would figure out how to tow the car tomorrow.  I hung up.  I turned on speaker phone again at the next red light.  I told him the demand for cabs was fierce and they were asking for flat fare up front and the driver wanted$150 for the drive to our home and since I didn't have that money and would have to go on, get his debit card and go to the bank, the driver was going to charge $400 for the trip and the inconvenience.  I was really hollywooding my fake cry and how hopeless and helpless I felt.  The panic in his voice was priceless.  He was absolutely frantic.  At the height of his panic, I opened the door and walked in while he was confined to his chair.  He almost had a heart attack.  It was a great prank. 

Despite this, we still are looking forward to many more Valentine's Day to come. 

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