So, this is my first Valentine’s Day off in years. I’m usually either boo’d up, cupcaking or wifed up around this time of the year… but nah, not in 2010. As Valentine’s Day Weekend approaches, I’m feeling like the holiday really ain’t that bad when you’re single. Without a doubt, this day was fabricated for the females. I mean, do you REALLY think fellas find anything cute about an overweight baby with wings, flying around shooting arrows at people? Hell naw. And while the color red may in some ways, the color pink doesn’t really excite very many guys. I’ve always appreciated the holiday nonetheless. Although it shouldn’t have to be a holiday for a man to do special things for his lady, I value the 14th for how much more gratuitous the ladies become after their man has set up and set off those special effects of love from Hallmark and whatnot.
Like a buddy and fellow NJIT alum of mine from back home so beautifully puts it in HER BLOG, we dudes were born to hate obligation (love you for that one, JB). Yeah, we know the day is for the ladies… but the minute a woman turns anything [relationship related] into an obligation, we tend to defer ourselves from it. I hate to admit it but it’s just in our nature. As a result, some boyfriends have come to despise Valentine’s Day. But again, as I’ve said before -- what we do live for is competition. So, some guys like myself have learned spin it and turn the holiday into just that… for both ourselves and the ladies. For starters, this is why we like to send stuff to her job. Yeah, what we’re doing is sending a cute/fluffy/edible token of your affection… but what we’re also doing helping her piss off them “hating-ass coworker bitches”(her words) that she can’t stand from her office. Let them broads see HER balloons hanging above a sea of the cubicles, or follow the scent of flowers and candy coming from her office door. Meanwhile for guys like me who have friends with girlfriends, it becomes all about outdoing each other. “Aye dog, what you and your girl doing this weekend? Oh word? Well me my old lady gonna go here… and we gonna do this… and take it back to the crib… and then we gon'… you know.” The next day -- we talk whose girl put it work, or how we put it down, whose girl pulled out the tricks, and what time we finally went to sleep. While the ladies get excited over the heart-shaped balloons and edible chocolates that come with the holiday, we get excited over the hear-shaped nipple tassels and edible draws. We’re men, that’s how we think. Take it or leave it, c’est la vie.But when you’re a single dude on V-Day, none of the above applies. Seemingly, many of you females loathe being single on this day [i.e. the same “hating-ass coworker bitches" (her words) from above]. The same doesn’t go for guys. If a guy wants to and can steer away from being wifed up, particularly on the 14th… then please believe, he will. And please believe he’s probably a dickhead, so RUN baby... RUN! But I digress. Guys have no problem with being alone V-Day. Right now, being single this weekend is the least of my worries. Yeah, it would have been nice to be somewhere kissing, hugging, squeezing, touching this weekend… but hey – I get to NOT spend money that I DON’T have. The same goes for a lot of these dudes’ thought processes out there. Unless he’s married, every dude needs a 14th off to sit back and reflect. That’s pretty much what I’m doing. I personally, spent my last 14th trying to do it so BIG that I forgot about paying attention to the all the little details in between. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the people I spent it with… but I tried to satisfy too many people at once. I mean, it wasn’t an epic fail but its execution could’ve gone smoother. I learned that sometimes the simpler things might be the best things to do on a days like V-Day; I got my mom chocolate-colored roses last year and that’s all it took to make her day. I guess that means it’s finally time to grow up, get over my standards and start buying flowers for other women besides her [LOL]. Iddunno…
But enough with my hang-ups -- the point is no dude hates on the next for being someone’s valentine. So for all you females who plan to hate on those nipped by the lovebug this weekend by whining about it in your status updates and tweeting something along the lines of “Love is for suckas”… don’t be like that. Dudes ain’t stressing about it, so why should you? God gives us things like NBA All-Star Weekend at times like this, so for those of you ladies who ain’t feeling basketball or the 14th… gather up some single girlfriends and do something constructive. Everybody needs love, and most people LOVE love. Let the 14th matter to those who want it to, and let cupid shoot you in the ass when he wants to.
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