“The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.”
― Johnny Depp

Three years ago, I spent Valentine’s Day with Johnny Depp.

I was living in a straight line across the country from the nearest person that I knew I loved and so, I figured if I couldn’t be with them, then I’d like to spend the day with someone whom the pits of my hearts shrieked for. I put on my shiniest tights, blistering red blush, and I  accessorized with a very loyal friend who agreed to stand outside the backdoor exit of a Los Angeles movie theater for the premier of Mr. Depp’s new film, “Rango”.  We waited for 4 and 1/2 hours while the stubborn Santa Ana winds blew the smell of trash and pushy strangers closer and closer to our desperate faces.

I guess you can say that I spent Valentine’s Day with the back of Johnny Depp’s head.

When he came out the back door, surrounded by large crude men, I pushed my way to the front of the swarming crowd–not with a sharpie marker like the rest of them–but with flailing arms ready to pounce on top of the Deppster and press my quivering lips against his for a warm, wet, smooch.

I guess you can say that I spent Valentine’s Day in the arms of Johnny Depp’s bodyguard who persistently told me, like many other boys, don’t come back around here ever again.

I’ve spent my fair share of  VDay’s going to town on a giant cookie cake, myself, or reading a book of Neruda’s love poems on the floor of a bookstore, to recognize that we spend this day in particular in a state of “wanting”.

Wanting teddy bears, wanting chocolate covered teddy bears, wanting chocolate covered teddy bears with ice cream filling and edible glitter sparkles. Wanting to suddenly have a strapping guy to hold us tightly on the subway or blow our nose for us when we are home sick with the flu. Wanting to wake up  on the 14th of February, with our morning breath and nappy hair, to nonchalantly greet our soul mate. We are suddenly, in a span of 24 hours, wanting to fix and to change and to understand our love lives–as if they can be chopped up and compartmentalized into a simple problem solving math equation.

And maybe we want these things the rest of the year (mostly the chocolate) but we somehow make do without them and rely on patience and the other joys of life to distract us until they bump into our lives.

Love, like cellulite, isn’t cultivated over night. It slowly starts to creep up on us and most of the time, it’s when we least expect it. Enjoy what you have now, before it starts to sag around the edges of your butt, or disappears.

My night with Johnny didn’t end with handcuffs in the back of an LAPD car, like his bodyguard so charmingly threatened.

It ended, in peace, at a local deli with a grilled cheese sandwich the size of my head and my very loyal friend. And while we were laughing and taking pictures of ourselves decked out in the unflattering color of red, a pair of guys approached us with half-inflated heart shaped balloons and said hello.

And those two lonely hearted studs turned out to be McLovin and Anton Yelchin, and we danced the night away with them.

The most exciting things happen to us when we are not waiting around for them or wanting them to.


Enjoy the picture of McLovin and I on Valentine’s Day:


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I’m Jen Glantz. I’ve been a published writer for over 13 years, spilling my words into magazines (ranging from style to scuba diving), newspapers, websites and even this one time, a speech, for someone who didn’t speak a word of English. What drives my words, my site, my writing, is the power of relating to people. I find that many people, especially young girls, feel so alone and quite often they feel embarrassed. I want to shatter those feelings! I want them to read what I write and understand that it’s okay to be a little outside of the box, but most importantly, that it is okay to just be who they are.

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