Is the Way to a Man’s Heart Really Through his Stomach?: A Woman’s Perspective on a Romantic Valentine’s Day Dinner

Valentine’s Day is right around the corner and heads are swimming with thoughts of romance (ok, that might just be the women out there!). Lines at the florist are insanely long and the card isle at the local CVS looks like a tornado blew through it as people rush out to buy last minute flowers and cards. And cliché or not, some are even preparing to propose to their significant others.
I’m really not a fan of holidays. Any holiday. But especially Valentine’s Day. I never understood why you had to wait until February 14th to tell the people in your life that you love them. But it’s Valentine’s Day, and social convention dictates that I get caught up in the moment. The problem is, I just don’t think I’m the romantic type. I don’t get all doe-eyed over expressions of love and romance. Actually, I usually react with a loudyuckand long, dramatic eye roll. But, it’s almost February 14th and I love my boyfriend. So, I did the obligatory purchasing of a card and gift. But, even though the card I picked out was funny and meaningful, it still felt fake and forced. And I really wanted to do something nice for my boyfriend. What to do…? I racked my brain for a week. I’m good at baking, and he loves just about anything I bake. And, much to my chagrin, I’ve recently discovered that I can cook well. So, I decided the best thing I could do was to make an attempt at a homemade romantic dinner. I mean, the effort had to count for something, right?



