I kind of avoided the Valentine's Day topic. It is usually a sore spot with me. For every boy on this planet, I will agree with your emotional pleas: yes, it is a fake holiday made up by greeting card companies, yes, all the jewelry commercials are crap...But as much as you want me to tell you that it is all lame and I hate Valentine's Day, too...It would be a lie. I can't help it. I love that damn fake holiday! As a child, I loved avoiding actual classwork so we could make our Valentine 'mailboxes'. Later, in high school there was the flowers. You could pay a dollar per carnation to have ones sent to people, there was white, yellow, pink and red. Each color had a different meaning, with red being the 'love' one...The school cheerleaders would deliver them in homeroom on a Friday closest to V-day...I was always dreaming of the 'secret admirer' flower, or any flower in red, from a boy and not from my friends! Just avoiding the look of disgust from the cheerleaders would have been nice, I spent most of my high school years looking like Robert Smith's love child...complete with messy black hair and smeary lipstick!
So, my point is that every girl has one of these stories...we have great expectations and we want you to stop being such a tool and come up with an original thought! Believe me when I tell you its not about the money...one of the best gifts I ever got was a mixed tape of love songs...I would do ANYTHING to find that tape today! I don't care about the money spent, or jewelry or stuff like that...its the effort and love you put into it! My card this year was cute, there was an allusion to sex, which is always good to me...then I read my loves personal message. It was the most depressing thing ever, and also managed to make me feel like a materialistic whore. I will spare myself the embarrassment, but let me paraphrase: 'I hate this holiday, but I will oblige you with this card'
You boys, you want your blow-jobs so badly! All we want is the love...behind every cold-hearted, stuck-up bitch is a Valentine-scorned woman who just wants some real, heart-felt emotion and honesty from the person they would like to have lots and lots of sex with! Boys=read some Jane Austen, learn how to write a real letter...not a fucking text or email...a REAL LOVE LETTER. Practically free, if you can push your ego aside. I guess all this good advice is a little late for V-day, but there is no expiration date on love, so you can write those letters anytime...include a bottle of something yummy, wine, champagne, in my case, good Irish whiskey!
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