Valentines Day is crazytown no matter how you look at it.
You are either the cliché who says Valentines Day is for suckers or you’re out there buying candy hearts made out of chalkdust. It’s lose-lose.
I used to be a v-day hater, but I’ve recently switched teams because the other cliché gets me chocolate and presents. Also, I’m trying to be less of a hater these days. You know, for the kids.
Look, we all know the whole thing is a giant conspiracy made up by women to get flowers and presents and a night out. Who cares? We wash your underwear and fold your socks and spend two hours in the kitchen only for you to say “I’m just used to my mom’s lasagna.”
Boys, I know you’re confused. Just listen to your instincts. Chances are we’ve already gone all Inception on you and planted the right idea somewhere in your brain. It went something like “Janie’s husband surprised her last year by taking her dancing.” If you heard a sentence like that, it means DO THAT FOR ME.
PS: I love you, ABizzle. Happy V Day.