The human race is filled with morons.
I’ve finally come to accept this simple truth, because I realize there’s nothing we can do about it. Stupid people will continue to breed with other stupid people and produce little stupid people. It’s the circle of life. But even stupid people aren’t dumb enough to have their wedding on Valentine’s Day.
Or so I thought.
Two of my friends were at weddings this weekend… on Valentine’s Day. Why would you do that to yourself? It’s not just that you’re inconveniencing folks who would like to be spending that particular day with their own significant other, but you’re also screwing yourself in the long run. As a guy, it’s hard enough to come up with something special for your anniversary. More often than not, you have to set reminders on your phone, computer and microwave just to remember which day it is. Now, assuming you don’t forget about it, you have to try and land a reservation at an especially nice restaurant on the one day of the year that every other pussy-whipped man is trying to do the exact same thing. (Myself included.)
And lets say you do manage to get that elusive reservation. Great. Now you’re just as thoughtful as the 47 other men in that one dining establishment. (And the 47,000 men in the surrounding areas.) The only difference is that they aren’t also celebrating their anniversary. So, unless you manage to get the chef to build you a life-sized cheese wedge replicating the day you met your wife, you just come off as a slacker husband who did the bare minimum.
Nice job setting yourself up for the lose-lose situation.
This is precisely the reason I’m planning my wedding on the same day as my cat’s death. A woman can’t be mad at a man for forgetting his own anniversary when he’s spent the first 6 hours of the day mourning the loss of his precious Fluffy.
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