It’s a COVID-tainted Valentine’s Day, which means romantic dinners and weekend getaways may be on hold for those of us who are happily coupled. And for those of us not coupled? Well, even in the midst of pandemic-related restrictions, it can still feel like, come February, love is everywhere you turn — and you can’t help but wonder how or why Cupid’s arrow keeps missing you. So whether you’re celebrating from your couch or not celebrating at all, Valentine’s Day will come and go just as it does every year. The grocery store aisles will be lined with red hearts full of candy; hurried husbands and boyfriends will line the aisles picking out cheesy greeting cards to make their someone special smile; and those of us waiting for love to happen will wonder what we’re missing when it comes to finding the right one.
Here is the thing about Valentine’s Day — it is an opportunity to celebrate love. And here’s the thing about love — it can’t be chased or planned for, and it doesn’t have a predictable beginning or end. It just happens. And sometimes it just happens when (and where) you least expect it. If you have yet to meet the one, well, you just have to trust love’s timing, and know that it could be right around the corner.
So, go ahead, grab some chocolates, a glass of red, and indulge in a little romantic nostalgia with me. In honor of romance (past, present and future), I have gathered some of the cutest how-we-met stories to keep you warm, fuzzy and hopeful this Valentine’s Day.
Party Crashers
“Rick crashed my party. He wasn’t invited and showed up with another girl. I told him the second we met that we were soulmates and we would get married because he is a Gemini and I am an Aquarius. He brought me back to his house that night and showed me his book of astrological signs and he didn’t even make one move on me! He drove me home and I kissed him first and we were married 6 months later.”
— Tricia, 49, and Rick, 50, married 21 years, Connecticut
Come Here Often?
“I was seeing a therapist about my decision to give up on dating. He was seeing a different therapist, same office suite, about his two divorces. Sitting in the shared waiting room, I pulled a magazine out of my purse. A voice across the room said, 'That’s smart to bring your own magazine. I read the same old Newsweek every time I’m here.' My first thought: He’s handsome. My next thought: No one talks in here! It’s the social contract of therapist waiting rooms: I’m not here, you’re not here, don’t make eye contact, DEFINITELY don’t communicate.