Bite me Cupid

I don't do V-Day.

As a single person, I didn't care for V-Day.

As a person with a spousal unit, I still don't care for V-Day.

People talk of V-day as a love day. Are you freakin' kidding me? It's obligation, guilt, and depression day, depending on your situation.

Restaurants are overcrowded and it bites for the servers who have to suffer through a see of endless 2-person tables. What a boring atmosphere! Poor men wander aimlessly through aisles of mushy cheesy hallmark cards and cheap chocolates, or worse again expensive jewelery because they will end up in the dog house and sexless if they come home empty-handed or with a bag of lacy lingerie (the item they really want to shop for). Women compare what they received to what their friends got. Didn't get diamonds? Poor you, guess you aren't loved as much.

And what do single people get out of it!?

Whatever. So cupid, you chunky little shit disturber, to you I raise my glass of wine (that I bought myself) and shout an enthusiastic "BITE ME!".

-jl