As a guy who hasn't had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day since 1986, I think it's just so much humbug.
Ladies, you had your chance. You blew it. Now I'd sooner drink my self blind on moonshine as date any of the single girls I know, and there aren't many at 50. And I'm not supposed to drink. Dating is supposed to feel good, but it never does.
Charles the Curmudgeon. Repeal the 19th Amendment, and the 16th, 17th and 26th, while you're at it.
Your loss.
No, You blew it.
Now I'd sooner drink my self
Tough s*it. Tears as big as horse turds course down my cheeks as I read about you, poor pitiful Charles. You're the determinator of whether you go out with women or not, and if you choose not to, eat your box of valentine chocolates by yourself and don't bother to sing about your grief here or anywhere else. If you weren't so sorry for your sorry self, you'd get off your dead ass and ask a woman out to dinner. There must be plenty of women out there who'd be jumping at the chance to go out on a date with a nice guy, but apparently you don't qualify as a nice guy. So I say again, tough s*it.
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