(Editor’s Notes: Can we just mention how fucking cool Prince was last night at the Grammy’s? Also, Justin Timberlake’s performance, it’s something quite ridiculous when you can make Jay-Z your sidekick on national television.)
Valentine’s Day is often this much heralded day of male dread. As with most things however, a lot of this is overhyped and again, pure hyperbole. However, this is a nice little opportunity to go on a bit of a writing spree and get our new writers in the mix. In an effort to expand the blog and move toward a more regular posting schedule, I’ve recruited some friends to help write the blog. So, this week, we’ll be having a post everyday, and then moving to a Monday/Thursday posting schedule (at least I hope). Anyways, with multiple authors in the mix, we’ll be having a little bit of fun with the anonymity, but for the most part, we’ll be trying our best to provide well-written reads.
Anyways, back to the point of Valentine’s Day, I will say that a lot of men are often oblivious to some facts though, like for example, which exact day the holiday is on. For example, last week, I was supposed to get dinner with a friend. However, both she and I ended up being busy, so we texted each other to re-schedule. Now, I feel that this is a common circumstances, and something that everyone does on a fairly regular basis nowadays. So, not thinking about the dangers of early February, I non-chalantly suggested “Next Thursday” as an option, because, my Thursdays are most usually free. It was only after about 15 minutes of working on my laptop that I realized what I did.
At this point, I had already found myself in a virtual minefield to stumble through.