Valentine's Day has always brought a certain grimace to my usually smiling face. I can't even claim that it is for lack of a romantic relationship, for even when having been in one at this certain time of year, I found the whole concept of being romantic on demand ridiculous. Who thinks a Thursday is romantic in the first place? People (especially women) tend to build up the expectations to an unattainable level - leading to ultimate disappointment. And the poor men are most often placed in a damned-if-I-do, damned-if-I-don't situation.
Working in my new office, inhabited almost entirely by women, I decided to go retro on Valentine's ass. This day was oh so fun when we were children - the day of school was broken for an hour for everyone to exchange their colorful Disney I-love-you's, and friends spent the rest of the day taking inventory of their loot and arranging nonsensical phrases with their worded heart candies. No one was left feeling alone or depressed, curled around either A)A bottle of Scotch, or B) a bucket of Ben & Jerry's.
This year, I bought a bunch of the aforementioned Valentine's cards, addressed them to each person in the office, and attached a dark chocolate heart to the inside of each one, before sealing and delivering them to my Valentines. The response was overwhelming - exactly that of a little child. I got more hugs and beaming smiles flashed at me than I have in ages.
That was sooo worth my $10.
Happy Valentine's Day
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