Thursday 20 February 2020

How unromantic can Valentine's Day be?


Nigel and I spent Valentines respectively in Northumberland and Cornwall, visiting our parents.

We WhatsApped.

Not terribly romantic.

However, paradoxically, sometimes it’s when an occasion is meant to be most romantic that it falls short.

On holiday last year, we found what we thought was a lovely restaurant until…

 “Nigel, there are no prices on my menu – does that mean it’s going to be fearsomely expensive?”

 “That’s funny.  There ARE prices in mine.”

Nigel figured out the reason first.

“We’ve been given His & Hers menus.”

“No! How horribly sexist!”

Did we leave?

We were weary and hungry, so no we did not.  We sat firmly on our principles.

We watched as other couples drifted in and the women were handed a menu from one pile, the men from another.

Until two men, clearly also a couple, entered the garden. 

We watched intently to see what happened.

The waiter automatically picked up the His & Hers menus then did a double-take at the couple in front of him.

Pause.

Stare at menus in hands.

Gawp again at couple in front of him. 

Finally, put down the Hers menu and pick up a second His menu.

Romance wasn’t dead at this restaurant – just half a century behind the times.

Photo by Jesse Goll on Unsplash


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