I’m sorry y’all. I know that this is a day of love and all that but I just need to say this.

It has been bothering me ever since I have been paying attention to V-Day (a total of 4 or 5 years) and I just need to address it.
These broke @$& guys who keep saying “I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day.” “I don’t need a day to buy useless things to prove my love.” “Why it gotta be one day?”

HEY! Bro. Cut it out. Just admit you’re freaking cheap so that we can all move on. Yup. I said it. Now you say it too.

Now don’t get me wrong. I completely understand and I am well aware of the fact that no gift of any amount given on one day can ever express REAL love or even substitute for it. Trust me when I say that I understand that. HOWEVER, I see this issue like sneezing in the crook of your arm when you have a cold. Or giving that dollar to the Santa Claus with the Salvation Army bucket at Christmas. Or holding the door open for the next person. You don’t have to do it but you know what?

IT’S THE NICE FREAKING THING TO DO!

IT’S THE NICE FREAKING THING TO DO!

It’s the nice freaking thing to do, dude.

It’s the thought. It’s not the grandeur of it. It’s the thought. It’s not the dollar value. It’s the thought. Guys, most of the time we know you love us. WE. KNOW. And for 365 days of the year, we are genuinely okay with that. Knowing that you genuinely love us is often times enough even when some of us imagine it. But women operate on emotion a lot so these things – physical and sentimental expressions of love – mean something to us. A bouquet on one day will not kill you. A stuffed animal on one day will not kill you. Even if you do it (show love) every day by paying the bills and fixing the house and the rare time that you decide to watch the kids so that she can relax (N.B. The guys complaining hardly even do this sooooo????), ONE? DAY? WILL? NOT? KILL? YOU?.

Simple.

What’s funny is the only ones who complain the most are the ones who are financially inept. Not the ones who have been hard hit by the economy and have been dealt a bad hand and who genuinely need to prioritize. No. I’m not talking about them. I’m talking about the guys that have been broke BEFORE 2008. Talking ’bout some “the conglomerates”. These are the saaaaaammmmmeeee people that are always struggling. ALWAYS. They can’t ever get it together. Yet, they complain the most. Look, sir. Just admit you are too kuripot (S.O. to The Ugly Writers one time ?) to put some effort into saving up for some roses. It’s fine. Really. We’re all a little cheap. That is not what bothers us. What bothers us is the fact that you hide it and then play it off as the big, bad conglomerate. You buy groceries. You buy clothes. Jays, Yeezies, iPhones, S7s. You already contribute to “the conglomerates”. Surely, you can ooze out a little more.

If you genuinely can’t afford the works, I don’t mind and I am definitely not talking to you. I wholeheartedly sympathize with you and get why you may not be able to do as much as the next guy. But I have never understood not making an effort on the basis of “the conglomerates taking advantage of us”. That is beyond me. Maybe it’s that I am too generous. Maybe I put too much emphasis on sentiment and romance in a relationship every once in a while. But to me, it’s one day to make a small physical gesture when you can. Grow up, dude. Really.