Love Match

Today is one of the highlights of the year for the matriarch and patriarch of this Devereaux household.

It's a day which reaffirms to my wife why we're so perfect as a couple and why I'm so awesome in her eyes and, dare I say, irreplaceable in her heart (I'm projecting here, but I think I'm close, really close). As usual, she requested alcohol.

For lovers the world over, the 14th of February is a date set aside for their trysts and kisses, to reaffirm their love and, in the case of parents, to claw back some of the magic which helped create their little buggers in the first case. For us, one day is not enough.

Each year we have three days which serve to symbolize the biggest thing I have going for me in terms of being attractive to my wife. I am not a sport nut.

In our household there are no days lost to car races or grand finals. I don't own a single jersey. I don't watch it, follow it, think about it or ask about it. I just don't get it. The State of Origin, all three matches, stand tall as a symbol of my total lack of interest in watching sport which my wife finds an extremely attractive trait. And we think that's worth celebrating.

So while the rest of the state gathers around pizza and beer to holler encouragements at the telly, my wife and I snuggle up on the couch and do something a little naughty: We watch a non-G rated movie. Tonight, it's my number one favourite - When Harry Met Sally. It's about two friends who fell in love, just like us.

Don't wait up people: I may want to watch the special features.