Here are two thoughts for Valentine’s Day. For those of you planning a romantic evening:
Remember, folks, fuck before that big romantic V-Day meal because you’re going to be too bloated, too drunk, or too gassy to fuck after. Fuck first, then go to out to dinner. If you feel like fucking again when you get home, Yahtzee.
For those of you who aren’t, here’s a little advice from Kat at Your Monthly Periodical:
This Valentines Day, I propose we cut the commercialism out of our love, like the cancerous mass it is, and celebrate one another the way we truly deserve. Let’s drop the pressures of perfection, to create something infinitely more authentic.
If you are single, make a dinner with your friends, plan a game night, call someone you don’t talk to enough, or just watch reality TV with your mom.[…]
My own thought is that we all die alone, so if you’re alone on Valentine’s Day, treat it the same way as you treat the previews at the movies: a brief glimpse of what’s to come, that isn’t here yet, and which might just be preceding your life’s main feature.