I've never really cared about it but have bought the odd card or flowers.
Years ago when I was flatting in Brooklyn someone put an anonomous Valentines card in the letterbox. The card and envelope were done out in cut out letters the way a stalker would do it (I presume).
Thinking it was from my girl-friend I proudly put it on the mantelpiece. When she turned up and saw it she was much displeased and demanded to nkow who sent it. I was totally innocent and said so but I don't think she believed me.
Anyway, Valentines Day today is moot as The Old Girl is not talking to me. I don't know why. Honest.
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Don't worry.
It's a constant state of male partnerhood.
The continuous uncertainty.
"What did I do wrong this time?"
It's like asking "How long is a piece of string?"
The answer really doesn't matter.
You're wrong.
Accept it and move on.
Wait for the next piece of intrinsic wrongness.
Unless
Did you give her a Valentine Day Card?
I didn't give her a Valentines card. I did present her with a single rose. She looked at it and said "that's the first time in 24 years that you have given me a Rose on Valentines Day, did you find it?" I had to admit that they were giving them away free at work.
Comeinyourpants, have I taught you nothing about women?
Buy her a poetry book - any poetry book will do, but not The Cat in the Hat.
She will read it and think that you read all the poems and found a significance for your relationship. This is a sure fire solution to any women problems. Trust me.
"any poetry book will do"
Not true. I gave my Beloved the Roald Dahl poetry book, Revolting Rhymes, and she didn't express any indications of passion or even undying love.
You dick.
Yes.
That's why I tried the little blue pill.
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