My Funny Valentine

This would not come as a surprise: Raft3r is not big on Valentine celebrations.

I just amazes me how commercialized this whole occasion is. 

Blame it on Hallmark. While we’re at it, let’s include the flower and chocolate industries, as well.

Now don’t get me wrong. Raft3r is one romantic kid. I just don’t like being ripped off.

Love does not involve money. Spending a thousand bucks on roses for one day is ludicrous. But that’s just me.

Raft3r prefers not to go out on Valentines, too. Roads are clogged. Restaurants are filled to the brim. Motels are booked like crazy. It’s insane.

One memorable Valentine date comes to mind, though.

Since I prefer not to go out on the 14th, an ex insisted she’ll make it worth my while. Who could say no to such an irresistible offer? I said yes.

Raft3r came to pick her up after work. She gave directions as to where to go. As I parked the car, she said: “I’ll take you to a place you have never been to.”

I felt my knees weaken. Raft3r immediately made a mental note if he brought protection. I was good.

She took me by the hand and led me to a dark narrow alley. My heart was racing.

As we turned the corner, the surprise was waiting. She took me to a turo-turo (eatery).

Raft3r had kaldereta (beef stew). She had dinuguan (pork blood stew). The free soup was excellent. She paid for dinner.

Although the date did not actually fulfill any of my sexual fantasies, the ex definitely scored points for originality.