Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Valentines... Bah Humbug.

I want to preface this with saying I love my wife, and that my anger is not in anyway shape or form Directed at her...

I married a woman I love to the moon and beyond...

When I seen her for the first time over a decade ago it was instantaneous.

This is where the great cosmic irony comes in...   I am a Hopeless romantic.  I love spontaneity.  I love pampering.  I love spoiling.   I love Foreplay in all its forms...    she...  She is a simple creature with simple needs.   and the rest of that is pointless fluff.  

My wife is "Asexual Grey-A" as she puts it...   and in many ways she is such a dude...   Feed her, and put out when she chooses...   and you have a happy Karen.

What Pisses me off is that some men choose one day a Year to PRETEND to be romantic, yet I yern to be Romantic and have no outlet...

People who Spend all year just coasting by...   only buying flowers if they have fucked up, or its Valentines day...    Bull Shit.   

Buy Flowers for no Reason...   

your girl likes Pin-ball? buy 11 roses and add a Roll of Quarters to the Box w/ the address to a quint doughnut shop that happens to have a couple pinball machines.   

Your girl is a Cuddler(First off, fuck you you lucky bastard...)?  Buy her a Teddy Bear, and a cute boys sweater for the Teddy bear, but before you put the sweater on the teddy bear, sleep with it under your pillow for one night, then give it a spritz of your cologne...

Effort year around...  it wont fucking kill you.

ARGH!!!