
'Tis is a sad day, dear readers, if you, or someone you know, succumbed to the act of pleasuring your mate for the sake of some dinky V-Day dinner. PLEASE! Let's not make a song about this as we hope we are all waaaaaaaaaaaaay more smarter than that. But let us remember those who are still very young and naive in the head. Let us remember that we do know how to put to use our in-good-working-order brain cells and know better, but that there are those who feel the dreaded V-Day day is a "Steak & Blow-job day". For real! Here's this nice tid-bit written by JellyBean on her view on that slightly commercialized day:
You're missing the point... love isn't a one-day a year event, sponsored by Hallmark, Hershey's Kisses, and the American Florists Association! If you can't show someone you love them the other 364, then what's the point?
Write on, sister!
And why should everyone who doesn't feel like being all lovey-dovey have to deal with your big mushy red hearts, kissy fishy faces, "I love you" shoutage from highest hilltops, and gaggy sweet-talk for an entire day - in February, no less! Are you trying to increase America's suicide rate?
Which reminds us, dear readers, to remind you and propose the following idea for this evening:
Prepare a sizzling juicy meal, don one of your sexiest outfits, and remind that special someone that every day is a day for some good sexy loving!
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