Making friends with Cupid
This morning when I woke up, I could hear him scurrying. In the corner of my eye, I’d see his feathers dart by, hear his bare little feet run across my floors and see that he had dropped an arrow in the hallway.
Cupid was scared.
And who could blame him. Every year, I’d make a point of throwing red aluminum foil wrapped chocolates at him and curse his name as couples on the street chew each other’s faces off. In previous years, I’ve found him hiding in the trees aiming to shoot at someone, so I’d yank him down by his chubby leg, grab one of his arrows, trying to get him to stab me in the hopes he’d get Javier Bardem to fall madly in love with me. Hey a girl can dream…
So this morning I tried to coax him into coming out.
Don’t be scared little guy…
And that’s when I realized what I had to do to get Cupid to come out of hiding and not fear me.
I would have to change the rebel in me that fought hard against this day. That part of me that hated it even as a child who would deface cupid’s face on greeting cards, give it to boys and write, GIVE ME YOUR CHOCOLATE, instead of Be My Valentine.
This year, I would try to spread the infectious love to those in need, tell my family and friends just how much I love them and abolish the commercial bullshit that ensues on this day.
This year, I donated to Eve Ensler’s organization, VDay where 86 cents out of every dollar you donate goes to stopping the violence against women and children. If you’re interested, here’s how you can donate.
In the meantime, this wouldn’t be VDay without providing my favourite dessert picks. Enjoy them and make them for your single friends, your lover and family.
And don’t forget…give today from your heart and let’s make Valentine’s Day the day of love it should be.
[Melissa’s fridge door slowly opens as a chubby hand sticks out in a show of peace]
Finally Cupid and I became friends.