Well losers, it's the day after Valentine's Day, and another year has gone by without love's warm hands caressing your sloped shoulders. Or maybe you do have a lover, but they forgot to acknowledge you as vigorously as you'd hoped yesterday, implying that your love is a horrible mockery of the genuine article, like an all monkey production of Romeo and Juliet where all the monkeys have the trots. So whether you're awfully lonely, or you have a lover who's awfully awful, we here at Cracked want to help. Why? Because we can't stop caring. Below is a list of advice for you, broken up depending on your situation, because it turns out that advice which is broad enough to apply to everyone ("eat your fiber") is gritty and mealy tasting.
"No male companionship could ever replace my precious grueling chores."
"How dare you bare your head at me, you horse's ass!"Don't get too pissed off though. Remember that things aren't that serious yet, so overdoing things on Valentine's Day could have itself been a misstep. That may have been your counterpart's thinking, and explain why he/she stared furiously jabbing the close door buttons when you ran into the elevator lobby all teary-eyed yesterday afternoon.
"I'm dating someone who doesn't know how calendars work."
I swear to Christ, Alice if you don't stop telling me how tired you are from all that sex with Gary, I will turn this light right off."For other couples this could be bad news, but there's a certain momentum that marriages have which prevents little things like this from throwing them off track, like an avalanche obliterating a mountain village. The fact that your husband is scrambling around the kitchen right now, trying to make a heart shaped quesadilla at 8:30am on February 15th, is actually kind of sweet and hilarious.
"Come on. Come on! Uncross them just once. Just one time you god damned tease."And yet here we are, the day after Valentine's, and you still haven't received so much as a peck on the cheek from your soulmate, much less the edible underpants which you specifically asked for during your last conversation.
It didn't look much different from shitting a tree in relaxation, but it sure felt different.Now that you've switched trees, and can observe the excited dogs examining the mess you made under your last one, you should be having what alcoholics call a moment of clarity. This person you're so obsessed with either doesn't know you exist, or wants nothing to do with you if they do. If you had friends, right now they'd be telling you that there's more to life than cataloging Tony Danza's every movement.
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