It's a merchants dream, millions of men and women scrambling like crazy to find the perfect gift, the right place for dinner and the ideal spot for a romantic giveaway. All for what? Because the calendar says so, it's not like a great lover died on February 14th and we have to pay homage, is it Casanova's birthday? I purchased a dozen roses a month ago for $22.99, those same roses are $39.99.
However, for a certain percentage of women, this week is not circled on their calendar. As a matter of fact, they dread when February creeps around double-digits. These are the women that are alone and feel alone. This week is their nightmare. Insecurities that normally lie dormant will manifest themselves in angry outbursts, drunken nights, sobering mornings and many bowls of ice cream, as men will be called everything but the names their mama's gave them (more than normal).
That's one of the downsides to this "holiday"; it's not inclusive of everyone, because not enough people love themselves to embrace what they have instead of dwelling on what they perceive themselves to be missing out on. Even me, the Love-Hater is being pressed for Valentine's Day gifts, dinner and getaways, don't you women know it's NBA All-Star Weekend? I'm so busy, I'll get back at you later.
So, while the fellas are scrambling and the ladies are ideating, retailers are salavating and I'm in high-quality chillin' mode, laughing at them all. For the next couple of days, I'm in the mood for love and will explore relationships as only I can, leading up "the big day".
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