"The day" is getting closer

You know what I'm talking about right....?

Oh yeah.... the day that can make some grown, desperate women cry. It's one day of the 365 of the year, a few hours of unavoidable, annoying jealousy, a bucket of cheesecake ice cream and a couple of chick flicks. Home alone. And what the fuck isn't super cool about ice cream or food and your favorite movies combined???? I know I would have a great time if I was living on my own damn it! But as it seems there are women who would do pretty much a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g so as not to be alone on that particular day. I honestly do not understand why. Is it because their insecurity? Their lack of self-esteem? Being jealous of other women who happen to have someone? That's a shame people. Really. Why would someone fall for the idea of love practically, sold only on V day? When we're in a relationship, aren't we supposed to love each other every fucking day? Wouldn't it be wonderful to show your love, affection, passion for each other every day? Also, men have to remember a lot of dates and to tell you the truth they are not really capable of doing it. There has to be a lot of effort involved. Do we really have to make their lives even more difficult and complicated with V day? They have to remember birthdays, anniversaries, date of the first time you met, the first time you kissed, the first time you did whatever you think it's important. Let's give them a break.
It is nice if you have a relationship and happen to get a little something on the day (please god let it not be anything corny, heart-shaped and red), but not because it's THAT day, you know? After all, I don't understand why women should feel so hopeless; we are the powerful sex. Plus, men have a blast every day they're alone. Proof? Ok: