No folks, I'm not talking about about Seasonal Affective Disorder where people get the winter time blues. No, this is about a holiday I used to
The holiday can be celebrated on February 13, 14, or 15th. I celebrated it almost everyday, for the better part of 20 year or so, until one day…
But I remember what it was like this time of year. You have feelings like this:
I always suspected Cupid was a little accident prone.
So, this goes out to the single and "single enough" ladies out there. You know that guy who's "just a friend"? Throw the poor guy a bone. (Not like THAT, unless you want to be the BEST FRIEND EVER!) Ask him out to a nice dinner @ Taco Bell, then spot the guy 5 minutes of light "slap & tickle" in the parking lot. You can even pull out a kitchen timer so that he knows he's "on the clock."
As long as told him straight-up what's what, he'll be fine with it. Plus, now you'll have someone you can call when you need someone to help you rearrange your furniture. (No, that's not a euphemism for anything.)