Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Florists and gift shops and Innscor and retailers everywhere are singing and dancing and jumping in glee.
Now that the Prostitutes’ Christmas is upon us, let’s all take a moment to reflect on what exactly Valentine’s Day really means to all of us.
Whether you’re a married woman, a single girl, a small house or a whore, some ladies seem to believe this day is when the men in their lives are meant to pay up and show appreciation for whatever shit they’ve had to endure all year.
I call bullshit. I see this day as a chance for ALL of us to reject the blatant consumerism that’s come to be associated with the so-called day of love. I don’t have to buy you flowers or a card or a ring or a gift for you to know that I love you.
Indeed, if my lady is waiting for flowers on Valentine’s Day so she knows that I love her, then I’ve failed as a man. That is all.
On another note, single ladies, chances are you’re getting asked out right about now – say yes. And when the date ends, and it’s right about that time when he’s asking for it, say yes.
Say yes to the sex.
I mean, what is wrong with girls? They think that by making men wait, they’ll weed out the bad ones. Not true.
The good ones want to sleep with you right away, too. That doesn’t mean we won’t commit. It actually means you have more of a chance of us committing if you play your cards right.
So don’t be scared, single girls. Give it up. It is, after all, the holiday of love.
Get your slut on.