OK I'm late. I actually forgot that yesterday was Valentine's Day until R hugged me from behind and asked what I wanted to do with the evening.
'I thought I'd work on my article,' I responded, distracted by all my cutting edge thoughts about talent management.
Yes, I write real articles sometimes for HCM trade journals. Occassionally they are even published.
Ralf: 'It's Valentine's Day. You shouldn't work tonight. How about you cook us a delicious dinner and we watch a movie?'
Not a bad opening bid - after nearly 7 years of marriage it's finally sunk in that inviting a bunch of friends over to watch an FC Bayern game isn't romantic.
Me (upping the ante): 'OK but I want to watch The Women.'
I had no expectation of The Women being any good - and it wasn't - but I still wanted to see it.
Ralf (hasty counter offer): 'I was thinking we could watch 'Die Maenner.'
Translation: 'The Men.' Some classic German movie about men. A half-hearted counter bid he knew had no chance.
Me: 'So. . . I cook dinner and we watch your movie? Where's my diamond tennis bracelet?'
Let the backpedaling begin.
Ralf (magnanimously): 'Tell you what - since Valentine's Day's a chick holiday you can choose the movie.'
I couldn't resist a determined romantic overture like that so that's what we did.
It was nice, especially the loud, expressive snorting sounds Ralf kept making during the movie.
Think about it - would you want to be married to a man who enjoyed The Women? The whole point is that he hated it but watched it for me.
He loves me. :-)
Anyway, Happy Valentine's Day!