By Dave Stancliff/For the Times-Standard
Posted: 02/14/2010 09:05:19 AM PST
Valentine's Day hasn't always been easy for me. If I tried to calculate how many times I missed cupid's mark, you'd think I wasn't a romantic. I recall feeling flushed and confused while exchanging Valentine's Day cards in elementary school during the 1950s.
When I turned 10, I refused to participate in such nonsense. Those cheap mass-produced Valentines with chubby cupids kissing, flowery hearts, and saccharine poetry were just too much. I declared myself too manly for such devices. If a guy wasn't careful, he could catch the dreaded cooties by kissing girls.
Things started to change in my teen years. Girls started to look good. They seemed mysterious and appealing. Valentine's Day began to take on a new meaning. Cards could still be exchanged, but now more was demanded on such a romantic day. There were Valentine's Day dances in our high school gym that required getting dressed up.
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