Don’t forget the roses, asshole
Valentine’s day is one of those days where people freak out for a variety of reasons.
Saint Valentine must have been a sadistic son of bitch, setting aside the whole sainthood thing.
A quick Google search says that Saint Valentine lived in Rome when Emperor Claudius decided that soldiers were not allowed to marry because single men fight better, so Valentine was captured and tortured for performing marriages on the sly.
He was captured, imprisoned, and tortured.
That sounds about right.
Dating and sex, done right, can be some of the most uplifting things in your life.
Done the way almost EVERYONE does it, can suck the soul out of you and make you wish you were dead.
(Side note — I am in a coffee place that does bagels. The manager has been explaining to a homeless woman at the counter that the bagel toasting machine does not have settings. There is a nob on the front that says “LIGHT-MEDIUM-DARK”. So either the manager is just trying to get rid of the homeless lady or he is un-able to read, yet they made him manager. Go figure.)
Couples that go out on Valentine’s Day have a whole butt-load of stressful things to worry about.
If they have been dating for a long time, this whole night is just a farce.
If they just started dating, the pressure is on.
He will either drink too much out of the stress of wanting the night to go well, setting up a “Whiskey dick” scenario for later. (Good luck with that, buddy.)
Or, he will not drink enough and just be a stressed piece of shit for the night. (Doesn’t matter if he can get it up or not, he ain’t gettin any.)
For the single folk?
Because alone is when your inner voice tells you shit about love and relationships.
Not the good, hopeful stuff, either.
But the vile, evil shit that leads to bad behavior and obsession.
Stalking comes from this.
Guys and girls, no one is immune to the crazy bug.
And the crazy bug is something that is resistant to even the strongest antibiotics or bleach.
Stalking is kind of the middle of the road, generic thing that goes on.
Its kind of the safest one of the bunch.
The worse behaviors are extreme stalking and the “Fatal attraction” scenario.
And if you have never woken up in the middle of the night and dis-armed a lover before she can stab you, you really do not have an understanding of the mind set.
(Side note — Ignore the tears when there is a steak knife in her hand, they are crocodile tears and only meant to confuse.)
Romance is a bit of a cage fight.
Keep swinging and hopefully you will win and not end up dead.
Or castrated with a steak knife.
Cause that would be bad too.