I just got knocked on my backside. Fortunately, my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair was right there to take the hit. Just for the heck of it, I took a very un-scientific poll of a bunch of friends of mine about Valentine’s Day, and the results shocked me. More than 90% of them…both sexes…just kinda blew Valentine’s day off. One of the guys I talked to said, “I’m too old for that kind of thing.” Big Louie the Chief Mustard Cutter of our Louie Louie Generation, went nose to nose with that guy. It’s right there in the book, Staying Happy, Healthy And Hot. Louie said, “As long as you have some moving parts left, for crying out loud move ‘em.” One guy even said, “That love stuff is just stupid.”
Sometimes it is, but mostly it’s something else. The J. Geils Band had a song called “Love Stinks.” There was a movie called “Love Stinks” too. Sometimes it does. John Lennon had a song called “All You Need Is Love.” Wrong. Gotta eat too. Connie Francis sang a tune called, “Stupid Cupid.” That’s not quite true. Love has nothing to do with being smart or stupid. It has everything to do with having some luck, and the guts to let yourself fall, with no safety net. Love takes luck and guts. I think lots of the people in my survey aren’t too old for love, I think they’re too scared.
There’s all kinds of love. Besides the sexy kind, there’s love of country, love of God, love of family…I even love my little airplane. One of the gutsiest, most beautiful women I’ve ever seen stood up with her lover in front of the TV cameras on all the news casts a few days ago, and proved what I’m talking about. She absolutely nailed it. They didn’t get it. The newscasters thought it was just a news story. But it was also an epic love story.
I got lucky with my Lady Wonder Wench. We both like Valentines’ day. Actually, I usually look forward to the morning after…especially on those occasions when the mirrors are still all steamed up from the night before, I have to work at un-crossing my eyes, there’s a stain on the wallpaper from my her body cream, any dental caps that were a little loose are all over the floor and the bed is in splinters. I love the wide eyed looks you get from the neighbors for weeks after you have a Valentine’s Day celebration like that.
As you can imagine, that kind of celebration takes a lot of energy. So every Valentine’s Day evening we have a special dinner at a restaurant we like called the Farm House. As the name suggests, it’s a big, old, renovated farm house. It has wide, polished oak floor boards, fastened with wood pegs…big fireplaces warming every room…and filling the air with the perfume of burning pine. We have a favorite table…usually there’s a candle on it that puts a small flame at about the level of my Lady’s beautiful blue eyes…it’s an elegant reminder of the old legend that says, “If a woman lets a man look directly into her eyes for two whole minutes, she’ll be his in an hour.
The room is full of mostly Louie-Louie ladies and lads. And they’re paying attention to each other…talking with each other about memories, plans, passions, and dreams. It’s warm, quiet, graceful talk. You don’t hear individual conversations, but you can hear the smiling, soft murmur of the very personal voices that are purring all around the room. It’s really the sound of aural sex…right there in the restaurant. A U R A L sex. Words. Warm, wonderful words.
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Love takes luck and guts. You’ve got to be willing to trust your instincts enough to let go and fall…no safety net. It’s a huge risk. You’ve got to be ready to blow up your life for somebody…or something you believe in. That’s the difference between a romance and a relationship. A relationship develops. A romance explodes. A relationship makes progress. A romance makes sweat. Mutual sweating is a great help in keeping the people who are doing the mutually sweating stuck together.
Lots of people aren’t with their first choice of lovers on Valentine’s Day. And very often, that’s because some time…maybe a long time ago… they didn’t have the guts to take the necessary risk. When you think about it, it’s pretty clear that the biggest risk of all, is being afraid to take a risk. That’s what happened to the guy in the bedtime story called, The Prince of Fantasy.
There’s a time for loving, and a time for leaving. Sometimes the space between the loving and the leaving is a life time. Sometimes it’s crushed into just one magic moment. And sometimes the hottest loves end in the coldest good byes. But there’s always hope. Poor, beaten up, sometimes tearful…old hope.
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Louie Louie Generation folks who love Valentine’s Day are sometimes called hopeless romantics. And I’ve thought about that a lot. It seems to me that there is no such thing as a hopeless romantic. Because the only way you can be a romantic is if you are full of hope. There’s nothing that’s absolutely certain about hope. There’s no hope if it’s a sure thing. The only way you can have hope is to have the guts to take a chance…to risk failure. Hope is the opposite of a done deal. Having hope means I may get my heart torn out by loving my Lady Wonder Wench, but she’s worth the risk.
I don’t think you can make anybody love you. So you can’t really make love. It happens if you’re lucky…and you have the guts to take the risk…and you take the time for slow, all night kisses, and you have a shoulder that’s ready for some of her tears…and you hold her hand…through everything…no matter how tough it is…you never let go of her hand. Never.
The beautiful lady on the TV newscasts has a lover like that. He never let go of her hand. I don’t think he ever will. It took a lot of guts for her to stand there and talk about love. All kinds of love. You may remember what she said. I hope you do.
“It will be hard. But the time is now. You must act. Be bold. Be courageous. Americans are counting on you.” Gabby Giffords said it. And her Astronaut, U.S. Navy Combat pilot husband Mark Kelly never let go of her hand.
My Lady Wonder Wench and I wish you…love.