ALL I REALLY WANT FOR VALENTINE'S DAY IS FLOWERS AND A NICE DINNER THAT I DON'T HAVE TO BUY, COOK, PLAN, OR PAY FOR.
EVERY YEAR THERE SEEMS TO BE SOME DIFFICULTY IN RELATING THIS. AFTER ALL IT HAS BEEN 364 DAYS SINCE WE'VE DONE THIS. IT MUST HAVE CHANGED SINCE THEN.
I KNOW IT IS A CHEESY CONSPIRACY AGAINST MAN. I KNOW THERE IS NO FOOTBALL, BLOW JOB AND SHUT UP DAY!
I DO WORK HARD, I DO PUT OUT.
SO I ASK YOU, AGAIN, KINDLY, CAN I HAVE A LITTLE ROMANCE?
2 comments:
isn't everyday football, blow job, shut up day?
ok, so, I'm kidding.
Romance does seem to be illusive. Does it take effort, or does it just happen when it will? Like happiness, does it slip thru your fingers when you chase it? Of course, a little candlelight never hurt anybody...
I resent that on a specific day, in which I had no hand in deciding upon I am supposed to overflow with romance and appreciation for my beloved wife. Ladies, we know what you want. Men in general are too stupid to provide it on an ‘as needed’ basis so perhaps we are to blame for this day in which we march mindlessly to florists like lemmings to our death. The zombie-like men I literally bumped into yesterday at the store was a clear reminder this is a woman’s holiday.
I AM the romantic. I hold doors, whisper compliments, praise, and reassure all year long. Furthermore I routinely do laundry, mop floors, feed children, and encourage my sweetheart to go have fun with her friends. I baby, caress, fetch, and on occasion…cook (not well, mind you).
If you insist on a FORCED ROMANTIC DAY once a year for those bone-heads who don’t know how to care for women, then I must insist for a PASS for the rest of us. Why should I have to suffer! Valentine’s day is a slap in the face for every time I changed a diaper, for every love note I left, for every slow dance I pulled my wife close and gently swayed her while gazing into her beautiful eyes. None of it counts if, God forbid, I forget to buy the right flowers.
Cupid can blow me!
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