Spending Valentine’s Day in My Downtown Denver Hotel
Alone. But don’t feel sorry for me. Please don’t! As I may have noted before, I’ve never really been the big holiday rah rah sort of guy. Especially when it concerns the industrialized, marketing driven holidays that seem so prevalent now days.
As I sit in my warm downtown Denver hotel room looking out over the city I realize why Valentine’s Day in particular has never been high on my list. Being on a lower floor during this stay (not my preference, but oh well) I’m able to watch a ton of couples head into or leave from a number of restaurants outside.
Valentine’s Day is soooo clearly a woman’s holiday. The poor saps that are emotionally connected to their female friends just get completely hoodwinked into participating in this so called holiday. It’s truly a terrible shame to watch the looks on the men’s faces.
By contrast, however, the women, for the most part, have expressions of joy. Glee even. LOL. Seriously. As I watch some of them I am literally chuckling out loud to no one in particular (but you, I suppose.)
One couple earlier where heading into an eatery. Perhaps I’m transferring my emotions onto the poor guy, but the look on his face screamed out in silence that he had just been hooked. Literally. She was repeatedly holding out her left hand to admire the ring. On the ring finger. Yeah, THAT FINGER!
Guessing the fellow had a nice job, I could actually see the shimmering and refraction off the stone. But if you could have seen the look on his face. OMG! I won’t say he was green and ready to puke, but without a doubt, this was not his favorite day on the planet. I’m sure that would change as he realized what he’d done.
And to be fair, when I saw them exit from their meal, he was clearly over the anxiety. Nothing beats a good meal to take the edge off and provide your brain with the blood sugar to more fully contemplate what the heck you just got yourself into.
I’ll be nice and wish them good luck. They are going to need it
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