By Sam Clements
Nowadays, I wouldn’t usually let something like Valentines Day occupy my thoughts for too long. But as a single man, I found myself reflecting on the times when I had been in the thick of Valentines preparations.
I never bought into it when I had a girlfriend, but I did make a satisfactory effort each year. I’m not a tight fisted, unromantic git, I just don’t like being told the specific date I have to act especially romantically, organise an evening which has some kind of magical expectation and pay four times what it would have been the previous weekend. Ok, I might be a bit of a miserable git at that. I just never wanted to be sucker for all this consumerism bull, but it’s inevitably unavoidable when you have a girlfriend. Dam.
You would have thought all the men in the world have been programmed to walk into town, grab the biggest teddy money can buy, a card, some flowers and book a table at a restaurant, and all because they want to? Possibly. But more so, if they didn’t, their girl would have their bollocks in a blender.
I say this because I was in Clinton Cards today, and I smirked at the men in the gigantic queue. They all looked glazed over, all too in love to focus their sight…or maybe it’s the harrowing Valentines experience that does it.
To say it’s a relief to be single at this present time is an understatement, so what is a singleton supposed to do on such a day? Go speed dating? Go out and get drunk with your mates? Or stay in and simultaneously masturbate and cry perhaps? If you really don’t care about the whole affair, then it will fly by without you noticing.
The truth of it is, despite everything I hate about the 14th of February, despite the hassle, the cost, and the possible resentment; at least all those men are bearing all the grief to please someone else. By the easily endeared, that could be perceived as romantic in itself.
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