To me (and a lot of other guys), Valentine's Day is stupid and only a contrived excuse to spend money. All the hearts and flowers and cards and blah blah blah just represent dollar signs. Really, how can something like romance be mass produced on a designated day? Doesn't Valentine's Day at heart (pun intended) defy the very definition of "romance?" The hype notwithstanding, there's also the element of pressure. Most guys obsess about creating the perfect Valentine's Day; I obsess about creating new and cheaper ways to get fucked up (Spray Tinactin on a Marlboro Red? I'll do it!).
For example, my buddy Adam, a couple years ago when he first started dating his girlfriend Jess, was looking for the perfect way to spend their first Valentine's Day together. After much contemplation and deliberation, he surprised her at her house and took her on a helicopter tour of Chicago.
When he was wrapping up his due diligence, he called me to see what I thought about the helicopter idea. My immediate reaction: "You know, you're kinda raising the bar a little high aren't you? I mean, a few months from now when the love is gone between you two and routine has set in, you're going to get in arguements and she's gonna say, "What happened to us?" Remember when you took me on the helicopter ride around Chicago for our first Valentine's Day? Now all you do is drink beer and watch sports! Where did our love go?'" To his credit, Adam stuck to his guns, and to this day he and Jess are still together. The moral: I know nothing about woman.
It doesn't matter if it's March now and Valentine's Day is over... it's still a pointless holiday.
Thanks for reading.
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