Because nothing says “I love you” like some Burger King coupons.
I’m sorry, but I don’t subscribe to Valentine’s Day. It has nothing to do with me being single. I’ve always felt this way, including that one time I was in a quasi-serious relationship. I’m not necessarily opposed to the idea, but what really bothers me is how a lot of women turn it into a big deal: “Valentine’s Day is really important! Don’t screw it up, guys!” You know what? Everyday is Valentine’s Day, just like every day is Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day, and Grandparent’s Day… Okay, if you want to do cute little things – fine. But to act like it’s the end of the world if I don’t? Then you are ridiculous.
If nothing else, Valentine’s Day is just bordering on nauseating nowadays. I was in Wal-Mart with a friend today and I couldn’t get over the droves of people panic-buying V-Day merchandise. It was like the day before Christmas. My friend nudged me and pointed to a bin of lurid pink fuchsia teddy bears the size of dishwashers.
“Too bad you don’t have a girlfriend you have to buy one of these for,” he said.
I snorted. “If I had a girlfriend who needed one of these, then I wouldn’t be going out with her.”
That pretty much sums up my feelings about the whole thing.