I have a pretty unfortunate date as my birthday. Not the worst date; I wasn't born on December 25, or January 2, or February 29. But I was born on February 16. This is horrible for two reasons: 1) I have to buy things for my girlfriend two days before my own birthday; and 2) my girlfriend is going to dump me on the 15th so that she doesn't have to buy me things for my birthday.
Fortunately, she worked today, better known to most of the western world as St. Valentine's Day. Don't worry, women of the blogging world. I took her out to dinner on Thursday at the Melting Pot. February 14th is just a day of the month. "Valentine's Day" is a scam by the greeting card and chocolate companies to make more money.
A guy shouldn't need a special day of the year to show his girlfriend/wife/mom/sister how much she means to him. For the record, there's a different distinction between each of those. I did live in Kentucky for a few years, but I'm still cool guys.
Back to what I was saying, though, girls are funny creatures. Hear me out first, please. They need constant affirmations that they are beautiful, or smart, or whatever. This doesn't mean you should say something just because they need to hear it. You really have to mean what you say to a girl, unless it's bad of course, in which case it is always a joke, ladies.
So taking a girl out on a Tuesday, October 19 should mean just as much as taking her out on Saturday, February 14. Only then can the hold the evil corporations like Hallmark and Godiva have on all of us.
And here's to hoping I still have a girlfriend on Monday.