14 February 2012
Well
its Valentines day. The day when Commerce hijacks romance and cons us all into
spending a small fortune on showing the love we have for someone that we should
show every day.
It’s the day garages sell out of flowers and roses triple in price.
The day restaurants are booked out with couples staring at each other, not because they are in love but because they are stuck on their own for 2 hours and can’t think of anything to say!
It’s the day men think they might just get lucky when they get home, if they can only avoid looking at the hottie at the next table which they usually can’t.
And it’s the day that usually ends in tears when the actuality fails to live up to expectations and women, who dreamt of a gallant white knight carrying them home for some passionate love making, end up in the back of a taxi with a fat, drunken, farting, soon to be snoring partner who spends the whole journey reading “Whitney Houston jokes” to the taxi driver off his mobile and looking leeringly at their girlfriends while rubbing their crotch.
Well, Alena and I refuse to be suckered by all this falsehood and commercialism and we have, for a number of years, simply bought each other cards to mark the day and left it at that.
Today I awoke to my lovely card and a cup of coffee and was excited to see how Alena would react to my special treat.
As I opened it she asked “Where is mine darling”
I was silent for a moment as I prepared myself and then proudly announced “I have something even better”
“You forgot “she said disappointedly
“No, No” I replied “I have written and composed a special song for you. How good is that?”
Taking a moment to compose a song, I mean myself; I then sang my short but deep and meaningful special song and waited with baited breath for a tearful thank you.
“You forgot you asshole and that was crap! That makes us even for the time I forgot your birthday”
Why do I bother I ask myself. She needn’t expect any special ‘Big Mal luvin’ later on either. No Siree!!
It’s the day garages sell out of flowers and roses triple in price.
The day restaurants are booked out with couples staring at each other, not because they are in love but because they are stuck on their own for 2 hours and can’t think of anything to say!
It’s the day men think they might just get lucky when they get home, if they can only avoid looking at the hottie at the next table which they usually can’t.
And it’s the day that usually ends in tears when the actuality fails to live up to expectations and women, who dreamt of a gallant white knight carrying them home for some passionate love making, end up in the back of a taxi with a fat, drunken, farting, soon to be snoring partner who spends the whole journey reading “Whitney Houston jokes” to the taxi driver off his mobile and looking leeringly at their girlfriends while rubbing their crotch.
Well, Alena and I refuse to be suckered by all this falsehood and commercialism and we have, for a number of years, simply bought each other cards to mark the day and left it at that.
Today I awoke to my lovely card and a cup of coffee and was excited to see how Alena would react to my special treat.
As I opened it she asked “Where is mine darling”
I was silent for a moment as I prepared myself and then proudly announced “I have something even better”
“You forgot “she said disappointedly
“No, No” I replied “I have written and composed a special song for you. How good is that?”
Taking a moment to compose a song, I mean myself; I then sang my short but deep and meaningful special song and waited with baited breath for a tearful thank you.
“You forgot you asshole and that was crap! That makes us even for the time I forgot your birthday”
Why do I bother I ask myself. She needn’t expect any special ‘Big Mal luvin’ later on either. No Siree!!
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