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A romantic repeat . I figure it's apropos.


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dave and i do not exchange gifts/go out to dinner/have especially raunchy/romantic/risque sex on valentines day.

what's the point? if you're only going to do that one or two days a year, why bother?

usually i DO succumb to the card giving bent, but i do that multiple times a year on non-holidays to, so...

word.
amen.
yuck.

Play it again, Jimbo!

What strikes me as interesting about all of the marketing is that it's essentially ALL directed at men. Buy HER flowers. Buy HER jewelry. Buy HER chocolates. If you don't, it means you don't care. I feel sorry for the men in relationships with women who expect these things. Shit, I feel sorry for the women, too. Life must be pretty mundane to be so easily categorized and manipulated into consumerism.
My husband and I aren't interested in the prescribed expressions of love, we'd rather do it our own way on our own time.

hrm. well jimbo, i understand why you've chosen to repost this, but the bitterness about a day that's supposed to be all about love is so thick it's sad. i've never expected anything from anyone for v-day other than an expression of love. just because most of america is too stupid to think for themselves and automatically assumes love=hallmark doesn't mean that it's true. there are plenty of women out there who would settle for a true show of affection. this year a guy friend i see once every 2 or 3 years sent me a short poem via email just to say he was thinking of me. it was better than the dinner at durant's i had last night. i know i'm not being cool by being anti-holiday, but it's not the consumerism bit i'm talking about.

the bitterness was about being alone. not being in love.



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