Valentine's Day, ugh!

Tell me about it. Mrs. T's birthday is exactly a week before Valentine's Day. Too much shopping in heavy heating bill time of year.

 

You know my Uncle Joe? He did the same thing for birthdays and Christmas, too. Only I don't think he got back with them after those days. But he sure did save a couple pennies.

 

Nope, I don't know your Uncle. The guys I know rationalize their decision by saying, "I spent money at Christmas and New Year's. I'm going to have to spend money on their birthday and our anniversary. So Valentine's can screw off. Besides, I can use that cash on me."

 

Good idea. I'm gonna buy myself a big, heart-shaped box of chocolates and a dozen roses.

 

Maybe you can get yourself something sexy from Victoria's Secret too.

 

I'm probably in the minority of the dude population, and I already handed over my Man Card when I said I watch Legally Blonde every time when it's on television, so you can't have it again. I used to love Valentine's Day, still do to a degree.

I always considered myself a good boyfriend -- the women I dated obviously didn't at some point -- but I made sure they knew how I felt often, in words, gifts, actions. But Valentine's Day was different. I wanted to made them feel especially special. I told the first one I loved her on our first one, then she got jewelry -- an Irish wedding ring (which I still looks weird on Italians) and a gold bracelet the next -- with a dozen red roses and dinner each time. I wrote the next one a story of how we met and how my life has changed because of it, made her a CD of songs that reminded me of her, a dozen pink roses (her favorite) and dinner at an amazing, but not expensive, Italian place -- not everything's for the girl, I guess. ...

The first year I was single, I felt bad in a way and had extra money, so I bought all nine women on my newspaper staff -- I was the EIC and decided to work during that week and not schedule our semester bye week on it -- roses and laid them on their desks early in the morning before they got into the office.

I just like making someone happy on that day. Sure, they might expect me to get them something, but it doesn't mean they don't smile. So a lot of it's for me, I guess. Call me a selfish fuck, but I like to make the woman in my life happy. And now that I'm on Sarah Silverman's "Do-not-come-within-500-miles-of-me" list, I'll have to find someone else to send my autographed underwear. Any takers?

 

Like a clerk.

 

I'm gladly single. I find Valentine's Day to be a bigger humbug than Scrooge found Christmas to be.

I liked your story, Mike. Sounds like a girl would be lucky to have you as her boyfriend. Seriously.

 

VDay I don't spend a lot of money. Last year I burned a CD, wrote a poem and framed it and bought him a book. I thought it was a nice package.

This year, I also went small, but thoughtful. He hasn't opened it yet, so I can't post it here.

I've told him it's not the money. If he gets me a card or sends me a hand-written note, that's all I need.

 

Well ... that's a good thought. Who hasn't had an eye on a VS clerk? A few years ago in school, I had a semester-long group project with one. She was cute, but I think she had a drug problem.

 

Was she hooked on BAM?

 

Ms. Slappy's birthday falls between Christmas and Valentine's Day so shopping is tough. Usually, I get her a diamond somethin for one of them. Not expected to, I just do.
But for her birthday, she got Bonjovi tickets for an April concert in Nashville (fuck you Ticketmaster rapists). That's her diamond and she couldn't be happier.