Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. It’s a day I find reliably disappointing for once again I’m Special Someone-less. When I last checked my inner melancholy-o-meter, with 1 being “good riddance” and 10 being “suicidally depressed”, I’m somewhere in the middle. I will admit that I’ve lost all motivation to shave so under my clothes I resemble Chewbacca a little more every day. I miss those Backrubs on Demand and I wish she had returned the book she borrowed, Middlesex, by Jeffrey Eugenides, among a few other reasons why I regret fighting like cats and cats.
Overall, in my 369 ¼ dog years, I can recall experiencing few romantic Valentine’s Days, but in that same time period, I have been bombarded with countless reminders of what I should do to celebrate this day with the Special Someone that usually eludes me every February 14th. See examples below.
*Card available from Noble Works.
*The say it with flowers site.
*How to get a chocolate puzzle heart.
I asked my buddy, Coco, a certified vixen of the heterosexual persuasion, to share any of her tales of man-woman Valentine’s Day joy. Allow me to hand the keyboard to my pal.
Coco: VD. Valentine’s Day is a Hallmark holiday. Venereal Disease is a gynecologist’s holiday.
Thank you for that insight Coco. Embedded below is a video Coco shot while hanging halfway out her narrow bathroom window of my sidekick, Greg, standing on her fire escape playing , My Funny Valentine, on his saxophone. Enjoy and here in Lame Adventure-land we hope you share our gift of music along with candy, flowers and of course, that crowd-pleaser, Salmon Provençal and Chicken Legs, with your Special Someone.