This holiday is strictly for girls. Face it, guys, there are so many ways to screw this day up that you might as well just stay home and get plastered and dream about what might have been. Wrong flowers? Wrong candy? Wrong restaurant? (Who doesn't take their date to Chuck E. Cheese's on Valentine's Day? Sheesh.) As men, we know so little about anything and this day only provides the strongest proof.
I know that people who regularly read this blog, aside from suffering frequent headaches, think of me as a bit of a ladies man, a high roller in the stakes of love, someone to look up to. Well, I don't want to be the one to burst your bubble, so I'll just let the other readers of this fine column do me the honors with their heartfelt comments that they're invited to leave after they've read my incredible insights into nothing in particular.
Remember, readers, I'm like your mother. Even if you kill someone, I will always love you. But could you go easier on the "he's stupid," comments. NotRead More »from Five Songs For Valentine’s Day