There is this holiday on the calendar that has been going on for hundreds of years. On this day, you are supposed to express to your significant other how much you truly care for them in the form of material gifts and perishable items. It is mostly for women, meaning that men are very much obligated to obtain these bobbles and shiny things for fear of disappointing and upsetting his female counterpart, thus failing to prove his love to her. In contrast, most men, or at-least the men that I know could care less about the holiday.

The origin of this holiday is a bit, umm fuzzy. The celebration is in honor of one of three different Saints that are recognized by the Catholic Church by the name of Valentine. Dating back as early as the third century, “One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine’s actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.” Another one of the Valentines, as the story goes, fell in love with his capturer’s daughter while he was imprisoned. Aww, that’s sweet.

So, to honor these Saints and their martyrdom, men purchase flowers, chocolates, jewelry, more flowers and chocolates, and foot-rubs for their spouse. Maybe women do stuff too, but I do not recall really knowing of anything substantial.

So, I honestly hope you all have a wonderfully happy Valentines Day, as much as I hope the same for any other day. For me, this Valentines Day will most likely be the best one I have ever had. It is certainly the most anticipated, as I will be treating myself to the movie Deadpool. I might even buy a candy bar.

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