My middle finger to every gosh darn female magazines that brainwashed us year after year after year into believing that February 14th would naturally be different from any other day. That it should be special and needed to be celebrated. Here’s another middle finger to you. It is already (almost) impossible for us women to have a man who is not emotionally-challenged, let alone hoping to score a decent valentine date, cause face it, the male has this annoying I’m-too-macho-for-this-shit-and-if-I-do-this-valentine-crap-my-friends-would-think-I’m-gay attitude and they’d rather face the havoc caused by the disappointed female than to browse for anything pink.
And the female, for once in a year, minimum, wished for him to turn gay and just fukin play along.
Boys, you know how girls are. They may say they don’t care, but they do. They may say its ok, but it isn’t. They might say that it’s stupid, when they actually want you to do those stupid things for her. And I’m one of them, guilty as charged. So bite me. I wanna see if they love me enough to do those stupid things for me.
I know there are no man in his right mind (except my last one, he’s an exception) would buy his women dozens of flowers n boxes of chocolates n nicely wrapped expensive gifts unless he’s feeling guilty of something (e.g humping her bff) and if I got one I should be suspicious, but fuck it, right now I just want my card, my mix tape n my peach babyroses!
