Valentine’s Day

Pretty much every guy dreads this day. Men forget and women don’t. It’s because, like prostate cancer or Alzheimer’s, we don’t see it coming. Calendar nazi’s remind us that with regular check ups we would not be in this state of disarray. To which my reply is doctor’s offices smell like death and they have no friends. That’s because being able to legally insert your hands in any human cavity comes with price and that price is the loss of laughter my friend.
I have never met a funny doctor and I am pretty sure I never will.
Except maybe the guys from Scrubs…


(But technically speaking these are actors and not doctors so that doesn’t count)

Back to Valentine’s Day.
With the advent of the interweb and Email reminders at least we, the men, have a slim chance of finding a decent trinket expressing our love and affection just in time for our better halves face go for surprise, to shock to disgust and disappointment within a couple of seconds.
Most of the time our ideas aren’t satisfactory and we always should have thought of something better.
A large part of this is the creation of expectation by television and movies that compare every day men with fictional characters that have a creative writing team flapping their wings like damn cupid behind them. In Indian subcontinent this was known in the 90’s as the Shahrukh khan effect. Guys couldn't get a date unless they carved a girls name with a knife on their chests as our superstar did in the movie Darr.




But I must say the writing team backing up Ted Mosley from ‘How I met your mother’ is a smart one. The way he serenades Elliot from Scrubs playing a quirky character yet again is pretty sweet.
And he gets off pretty cheap as his date doesn’t get to finish a single meal.



A good idea for February 13, 2010…