Saturday is Valentine’s Day, and once again, we’re having a threesome.
It doesn’t happen every Valentine’s Day. In fact, it’s only happened two other times during our marriage: once in 2015, and then again in 2022.
To be honest, it’s not usually my scene. But marriage is about compromise, so I’m giving my husband what he wants.
I have a salon appointment that afternoon (53-year-old roots require professional maintenance). Then we’ll probably have an early, casual dinner (nothing fancy) before we head home for the big event …
The Virginia vs. Ohio State basketball game.
For those who thought I was talking about a sex act, shame on you. I know I overshare here, but I do have some boundaries. The Valentine’s threesome I’m talking about is between me, my husband, and the University of Virginia. Also known as UVa or simply, Virginia.
S is a diehard Virginia fan. Football, basketball, lacrosse, volleyball, swimming … It really doesn’t matter what sport it is or what gender is playing. If Virginia is involved, he’s watching — even if it is Valentine’s Day or any other holiday.
The truth is, I don’t really mind. I knew about his Virginia obsession before I married him. I signed up for this. I even frequently support his fixation by purchasing new gear, like the custom UVa sneakers I gave him as a gift the last time they played on Valentine’s Day.
People around town know him in large part because he’s the guy in the UVa hat. Or t-shirt. Or hoodie. Or even mask during COVID. It’s always something. Here’s a collection of photos from over the years so you can see just what I mean …
If you need more proof, read my post from 2022 (and yes, I know I used the same cover photo):
As I said, I knew what I signed up for when I married S. So as long as sharing my Valentine’s Day with Virginia is the only threesome he’s proposing, I’m down. Forever and ever.
Happy Valentine’s Day❤️
—LJDT
