February 12, 2002

  • Barf.


    Yes BARF. BARF about Valentines Day. BARF about being hard sold the notion that a bunch of red roses and candy once a year is all that’s required.


    That real love can be summed up in one grand (or not so grand) gesture.


    That men and women are so pathetic that they think that this stuff actually matters.


    How dumb am I supposed to be?


    Let me tell you, if anyone actually thinks that their feelings for me are easily summed up in a greeting card, then I am not angry…. just very very disappointed.


    If anyone thinks that roses will sweep me off my feet – fugeddaboudit.


    This is what will sweep me off my feet.


    This is what will get you LAID:




    • I want you to love me when my hair is flattened to my head from a deep snoring sleep.


    • I want you to love the fact that I want to wear pig slippers and my jammies at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon. Okay, love that I even OWN pig slippers. At my age.


    • I want you to love the fact that despite being sleep deprived from mummydom, I set the alarm for 4am so I can get up and watch Major League Baseball live. And I am cranky all day.


    • I want you to love the fact that I actually give a shit about what’s under the hood of our car, but then don’t care enough to get in your way or second-guess you unless you ask.


    • I want you to love me when my tits sag and my stomach pooches. Hey, I am a mum. But I am still hot stuff between the sheets – you know it.


    • I want you to love the fact that I can drink anyone under the table. Any time, any place, name your poison.


    • I want you to love the fact that since I had a child, I stopped doing this.


    • I want you to love me for my terrific sense of direction. I never get lost. Not even when I don’t speak the language.


    • I want you to love the way I can bullshit myself and anyone else who’s with me out of a jam. Or out of jail. It’s a challenge.


    • I want you to love the fact that I am smart smart smart and not afraid to show it. I do not suffer fools or patronising idiots lightly.


    • I want you to love that I can’t bake, cos I cannot be bothered to follow instructions.


    • I want you to love me when I ignore people telling me I am beautiful because I haven’t been beautiful since I was 25, and that’s okay – there’s more to life than looks.


    • I want you to love me when all I want to do on a Friday night is roll a joint and turn the music up loud enough to disturb the Mouse. And I do not care.


    • I want you to love the fact that I tell the truth. Except when I need to lie, and then I lie WELL.

    So keep the flowers, keep the fatuous card and shove the chocolates, cos it doesn’t work on this fine soul.


    Just wipe the drool off my chin, the sleep from the corners of my eyes and tell me that you love me just the way I am.


     


    Now I want to know what you want to be loved for. Go on; make it a Valentines Day gift to yourself.

Comments (12)

  • I want to be loved for the times I don't love myself so well.

  • Great list. I want you to be loved even when I'm tired and cranky which is quite often.

  • Okay, okay, I love you for Cripes sake! I don't really care why you love me. Just love me.

  • You can't steal it. I gift it to you. Enjoy!

  • I want to be loved unconditionally.  I don't want to worry if I do this, he'll leave, if I don't do this, he'll leave.  I want to be loved for me, the way I am, the way I was, the way I will be in the future.  The ever-changing me.  Thanks SM, for posting this. 

    And don't think greeting cards sum up what people think of you.  They are just a reminder from them to you that they are thinking of you at that moment, and every day.  Guess you can tell I like greeting cards, getting them and giving them.  They are sweet, and it's the thought that is behind the giving that makes my heart soar. 

  • speechless!

  • excellent point lilli about greeting cards. I have no problem with them - except when they are used INSTEAD of - KWIM?

  • I really love the way you word things. I want to be loved even though my feet stink worse than paint thinner. I want to be loved because I have great ideas. I want to be loved even though I sing off key and have no sense of rhythm. I want to be loved because I can laugh and cry at the same time.

    And I think I am.

    And I'm sure you are too.

  • I'm not sure anymore.  I want to be loved unconditionally.  And more than anything - I want to be shown that I am loved.  I don't want an "I love you" tossed in my direction while he's parked on his ass in front of a computer game.  I don't need flowers and candy and cards, but if he would reach out and brush the hair off my cheek...DAMN.  I'd do anything for him. 

    Bah.  Is Valentines Day over yet?

  • Hell, I think I love you!

  • You really summed up my own feelings with your post, I actually blogged loosly along these lines myself today.

    As for the question, I just want to be loved for being me. That's all I'd ask.

  • Great blog!  I agree with being loved unconditionally!  I think it's the only true love there is!  Have a great day...

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