I was laid here staring the flowers Mr Married Man got me for Valentines. We were meant to be going out for a meal Monday night, but he had to work. So at 11pm at night, he brought me some flowers.
They’re slowly dying. What a horrible life to be a flower. Made to suffer in a vase, watched as you die. So I took one out. And it had a worse fate in my rose garden 
Just wondering, which card do you think should be for Mr Married Man?
Seriously, like Christmas wasn’t a present panicking time enough, they had to go and create ‘Valentines Day’.
In school, this consisted of sending roses to your best friends each with a note attached. All you had to do was write the note, and then someone else would rewrite it so the person it was sent to couldn’t recognise your handwriting. Simple, done.
The years after that, seemed to have the whole ‘Me to You’ collection taking over my bedroom. I hate Me To You. It’s so unthoughtful. Tack. Pointless. Argh. Every occasion, it seemed to accumilate.
If I aquire anymore, I will actually just put it straight in the bin with no remorse.
Valentines day is such a day for the girls really though isn’t it? What do the men want with all this soppiness?!
I think women should be banned from buyng men Valentines. They’re meant to be wooing us, right? A man is not going to want jewerery, or a cuddly teddy. What are you meant to buy men?!
They’re much better off with their ‘Steak and Blowjob day’ March 14th. Whoever invented this is genius.
Give em a steak, and a blowjob. In whichever order, depending if you like your steak to taste salty and they’re happy.
Even Ann Summers didn’t excite me that much with their choice for men.
For women however, I can’t wait until the postman comes er, calls.
Mr Married Man, not one to make things easy for me, told me it has something small that has meaning. The Kama Sutra has meaning, doesn’t it?
