I’d have published this yesterday, but I was off on a private jet for dinner in Paris….bla bla. Not!
Look, I realise that Valentine’s Day is a hype. It is a device used to generate profit for those who publish and sell cards. And those who sell flowers. Or chocolates. Or sexy lingerie. Or sell food in a restaurant. Or sell ads in a newspaper. Or…well, the list never ends. The fact is, it’s Valentine’s Day and you are supposed to spend your money.
I liked it more years ago when it was just about sending anonymous cards to unsuspecting people. Then it, like everything else, got far more commercial. If a coupe on Valentine’s Day haven’t exchanged cards, gifts, gone for a romantic meal, and then ended up having sex, the world has ended. Expectations are so high. The female wants to be romanced and loved. The male just wants good sex with her wearing the novelty kinky handcuffs. Both aren’t speaking the same language. Cupid is to blame. No he damn well isn’t, it’s the hype.
I usually ignore Valentine’s Day. My preference is to pick random days from the 364 non-Valentine’s days, and then suddenly buy flowers (although I do have issues about flowers, as I will explain another time), or cook a meal, or turn up with a card that just explains my feelings of love. By doing this, I am not falling for the hype, and my woman-thing, knowing I’m never going to do something on Valentine’s Day, isn’t put in the position of being overwhelmed, underwhelmed or disappointed about my performance on Valentine’s day.
Random acts of love and great sex. That’s what life should be about at any time or day in the relationship, not just on Valentine’s Day.
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