Sorry to be cynical

After a while of watching people select Valentine's cards I'm starting to think we should consider selling them in multi-packs. You could get five you're my one and only cards at a budget price to send to the special woman in your life. Surely it must get expensive when you have to buy cards and I would assume flowers or chocolates for the wife and girlfriend. Now, I do know not every man is doing this because they're not all ass-holes but surely for those that are ( and surely there's enough of them) it's turning this so called holiday of love into a bit of a farce. I, with the little naive head on me, expressed horror the first time I clocked someone buying cards for more than one significant other but anyone I've told this to seems to think it's the norm. Perhaps not so much expected but certainly common enough to no longer make it a talking point.

  For me this makes me feel sad inside despite obviously being aware that cheating happens. I am not quite that innocent but it still kills a little bit of hope every-time I witness such blatant evidence of it. Not that women aren't equally as guilty of it. I am not laying all the blame here on men but one would assume that if they were to purchase two valentines cards that they would probably be a little smarter about it. I'm not sure if we deserve a pat on the back for being the sneakier sex when it comes to cheating. 

 I think people get a little too wrapped in gestures that don't mean very much. I'm sure getting the romantic card and flowers/chocolates/ pointless stuffed toy in work in front of everyone is lovely on the day and then it might be followed up by a candlelit dinner somewhere nice and fancy but surely the gesture means significantly less if you're not the only one he's giving this special treatment to. Although presumably, you don't actually know, in this scenario, that you're not his one and only but in fact the punchline to a joke that's no one is telling you.

 I, for one, will be glad when the whole thing is over and we can start our countdown to much more important things like my birthday. As I delve deeper into my thirties be prepared for me to deny it and possibly bury my head in the sand ostrich style. 
And possibly ignore the whole occasion except for a big fuck off cake that I will be making myself. 

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