So Valentine’s Day went off without a hitch last night. Aly came home to a steak dinner I made all by myself, a card, roses, candles, and a homemade body scrub I concocted. She was thrilled so the night was a success.
But if I am being honest, I was a little bit annoyed. I cook nice meals several night a week for my fiance and it’s not uncommon for me to bring her flowers. Yet, if I didn’t get her flowers or acknowledge the day in some way, I’d be a scumbag. And it’s not so much her as it is society. On February 14th, we’re either gloating about the flowers and candy we received or the flowers and candy we gave someone. Conceivably, I can be a total dick 364 days a year but, if I order a nice bouquet on that one day, I’m golden. But if I’m a sweetheart the rest of the year but, due to financial restraints I get six roses from Exxon (I didn’t), I might be labeled a loser. And all because Hallmark invented a day they could profit off of our observance. Some deal.