I’ve long suspected that Valentine’s Day is for women to make their men feel inadequate and frustrated (and not in the good, sexual way) by setting them up to do something “‘romantic” (i.e., something found only on The Lifetime Channel or in cheap romance novels) so they can compare it with their other girlfriends.
No, I’m not cynical – just pragmatic. I mean, how often do you see women making wild, expensive demonstrations for their men by, say, giving him power tools, or tickets to the monster truck show?
I’ve been teaching the young teenaged Edgelette that when she’s older, I hope she learns that one or two displays of affection per year are ridiculous; there are 365 opportunities each year, and that someone who shows their love a little bit each day is a better partner than one who only tries to impress on V-Day.
Anyway, I think that I’m going to cook a nice dinner on Sunday evening, and give Mrs. Edge a gift certificate for the local massage and spa. I wonder what that will get me on Sunday night?
