(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.
Don’t get me wrong, I actually kind of enjoy Valentine’s Day. It’s a fun concept, but the management of expectations on both sides is a big problem. Forget about guy vs. girl, it’s a matter of how each person feels about one another. What’s romantic to one person can just come off as creepy to another, something that I’ve learned being on both ends of that spectrum. Living and learning in this aspect for me is a lifelong farce of comical proportions, but such is life, and it’s better than the alternative.
But anyways, that’s how I accidentally asked a girl out on Valentine’s Day.