If he’s not spending Valentines day with you… you’re the other girl.
I might be paraphrasing somewhat, but close enough. Valentines Day always used to be a difficult day for me…. logistically I mean. I used to be a terrible person. Nowadays…
I am probably still a terrible person. But since getting married, monogamous. In every way shape and form. Still romantic AF though. I bought my wife a slice of cheese cake from the bakery and then wrote her name in a heart on the cardboard box with a sharpie and put it in the fridge for her to find. Later I got hungry and ate half of it.
Then I fell asleep on the bed with the three year old after wrestling and reading Zog at 6pm. Ostensibly because I had a rough house-husbandly day where I went grocery shopping and… built lego *tries to think of something else he did* Yeah… I got nothing. Things really get out of hand in the domicile of the Joey on a Friday night now.
My mid morning grocery shopping was pretty hard though. There were all these old people who meander through the aisle with no sense of urgency or apparent purpose. On more than one occasion my mind wandered into the realm of senicide or the milder form of just wanting to bash them (violently) with my shopping cart.
Today I chose an all rounder. Eventually after a fair amount of mental arithmetic and tactical processing at the front of the store I mean. I appreciate that if you’re going up against a senior citizen on a mobility scooter you’d better have some velocity behind you… but it should do well against any of the other unmounted coffin-dodgers.
In any event, hope you are having a wonderful V-day. Or… I suppose if you’re a corporate holiday atheist just a normal run of the mill Friday. If he’s telling you he doesn’t believe in all this nonsense though… be a suspicious. He’s probably getting warm and sticky with somebody else.
Or he’s passed out… snoring in the other room, lying on his arm and giving himself pins and needles.