Shot through the heart, and you're to blame.

So I’m not really a fan of Valentines Day. I’m not the anti-cupid Goth about it, who dresses in all black trying to bring others down, but I do recognize it as a Hallmark holiday.

Not that there is anything wrong with that, I mean with our failing economy we need all the help we can get. No, my philosophy towards V-Day is that people shouldn’t use one day out of 365 as the reason (or excuse) to treat their significant other special.

Think about it, after the initial dating, romance dies in most couples. That’s why V-Day and anniversaries end up having such high expectations. No, you should treat the person you love like your valentine all the time. I mean going out on a date even monthly is so much more important than just complying with the rules for one day of the year. It’s about the compulsion and spontaneity to be romantic, not the obedience.

That said, I worked the day after and that morning I was treated to great story.

A man came in disheveled. He told me had slept in his car. When I asked why, he told me his wife had kicked him out. I told him that was rough, especially on V-Day. He told me that was the reason why. When I asked cheekily if he had forgotten to get her flowers he told me he had forgotten to take the note off them that was supposed to go to the secretary he was sleeping with.

Stupidity only breeds stupidity I guess.

He proceeded to explain how Valentines Day is a cheaters nightmare. You know what? He’s right. I mean when you think about it, whichever girl(s) you are with expects you to deliver on a day designed to emphasize that it is all about the woman. Only now, you have womans (like that?). That’s the most slippery slope I never want to be on. Plus if you are extremely unfortunate, Valentines Day falls on a Saturday and traditional affair lies/excuses no longer can stick. You aren’t staying late at work, you have no sudden business conference and there is no guy’s night at the bar.

You are screwed for screwing.

Apparently, the guy was ok with it. Maybe his marriage was dysfunctional, maybe he just needed the push. Either way, Valentines Day brings out the best… and the worst in all of us.

On a completely random end note, I suppose I should mention that I killed my dog, Dylan. Although more popularly known as DDD (Damn Dog Dylan) he was dying of multiple cancers and fighting old age, so it was his time to go. I didn’t physically kill him, that’s what you pay doctors to do. I was disappointed that I couldn’t even muster up the courage to be with him in his final moments. Thinking about it now still makes me uncomfortable. Yet, even when you embrace the reality and the gravity of the situation, it doesn’t make it any easier.

Go figure.