Valentine's Day, Fuck!

I've never been a big Valentines Day fan. It always tried to steal the glory from my b-day. All of a sudden everyone goes stupid to have romance day. A day, that must have been invented by men.

Here is my theory. When a man meets a woman he decides to court her. He buys her flowers, and takes her out, hooking her with sweet nothings and general valentine day kind of things. Pretty soon the man starts to lure the girl in until he finally has her, and he gets her stuffed and mounted on the wall. He no longer wants to work for her affection. However, she is going to yern for the ole attention, so many sitcoms have told us and hilarity ensues.

The answer, Valentines Day. Instead of randomly surprising and trying to remain romantic we invent a few specific days for romance with Valentine's Day the king. Toss in an anniversary, a birthday and maybe another holiday, like Halloween in case you managed to catch a goth chick or something else wierd. Men no longer need to be spontaniously romantic but simply have to fullfill a romance quota and the rest of the time can be spent watching ballgames, drinking beer at the bar, and spending too much time at the office.

Well, I just can't get into it. Never liked the holiday but I'm not going to be a total party pooper. I made a valentine for all you lovers out there.