Article: Fuck Valentine’s Day!

When I first wrote this entry, I wrote a long rant against celebrating Saint Valentine’s Day. After all, it is another commercial holiday designed just to sell overpriced chocolates, flowers, cards, and lingerie – things that you can buy 10 times cheaper ANY OTHER DAY. After all, it is the day when you MUST have a romantic partner so you don’t feel like a pathetic loser. After all, it is the day when you BETTER be a romantic guy if you expect to get some pussy / head / ass combo action from your partner. After all, it is the day when you (finally) drop to one knee and ask your girlfriend to be your wife in a crowded restaurant because it is so fucking romantic…
But then, I thought it over…
If I wrote a rant like that, it will look as if I am resentful of being single at my 40’s. Or it will look I’m jealous of all those couples smooching in restaurants, or angry because I’m not getting pussy that night. The fact is – I don’t care about Valentine’s Day.
I stopped caring about that day since I was in high school. Oh, yes, I was the fat, nerdy kid. Yes, I was the one guy in the classroom who never received as much as a card (unless there was a mass-delivered “friendship” note). But at the same time, I had realized by my 15th birthday that all the Valentine’s activity meant nothing. The girls who were my friends would continue being my friends after February 14. The girls who would give me head or pussy, would give it after that date. Those who usually ignored me would continue to ignore me after the same day. A chocolate, a flower, or a card did not change anything…
Years passed and girlfriends came and went – not too many, but still enough to be counted – and Valentine’s Day never felt right to me. Flowers bought were trashed after a few days, jewelry was given and returned, chocolates and fancy dinners went the same way any other food went. She would get some expensive / overpriced item, I would get some pussy / head / ass combo and life would continue as usual.
I stopped celebrating Valentine’s Day about 20 years ago when the girlfriend at the time told me to forget that shit. If we needed a special day to have a fancy dinner, some romanticism, and some sex, then we were a pair of assholes. We broke 3 years later due to her family getting into the relationship, but that a different story…
The thing is February 14 is just another day in the calendar for me. If I have a romantic partner by that date, I tell her not to expect any special gift on her workplace – I’m not sending gifts to an office full of harpies – but to wait a surprise within a few weeks. Usually the surprise is an experience BOTH of us enjoy like a weekend trip or a vacation somewhere we had discussed to visit. Those are experiences that last more than any diamond. More than often, when I cross paths with a former girlfriend, she still remembers the weekend we spent on a beach cabin, or the week long cruise we took when we were together. Sometimes they let that out in front of their current boyfriends / husbands and their faces are priceless…
This year I am alone, so I will do what I do every single day – LIVING MY LIFE AS I WANT. 
Other guys had realized the same thing and call themselves MGTOWs (mig-tow), living their lives by their own priorities. For a change they declared February 14 as the International MGTOW Day – basically a boycott to the “traditional” Valentine’s Day. Instead of buying the usual VD fare to celebrate “love”, they propose to celebrate your own single man day… Here is the original proposal from The Mayor of MGTOWN.

I do not need to celebrate MGTOW day – I have been doing that for many, many years now, but I am joining the celebration. Originally I was spending the VD weekend in Atlantic City, hitting the casinos, some of the strip clubs nearby the hotel I like to stay when I go there, and receiving one or two “happy ending” massages from a Vietnamese masseuse who  has a fetish for fat guys (she gives them free to her fat clients). 
Too bad my travel plans were cancelled due to a leg injury (fucking ice on the sidewalk), but I plan to treat myself anyway. That Saturday, I will wake late, prepare my favorite food, watch a few movies and if the pills allow it, have a drink or two. If I want sex, I will do it with one (or two) of my doll harem – even buying a new one is cheaper than a VD date. 
Or maybe, I just sleep all day long… those painkillers are trippy…