In other words, I managed to live through Valentine's day without thoughts of suicide. In fact, it was quite upbeat in the beginning of the day as phonecalls flooded the job with messages of lovingly nothings muttered between spouses and such, no such call came to me but I did not worry. At least one person got flowers and I more or less made a comment about how pagans worship by offering someone dead things. I got a laugh out of that as well as my co-workers. I dreaded the approach of quitting time cause it meant going home, getting dressed and going over to my GF's house for the Thursday night dinner, and in this case, exchanging of gifts and cards.

Not bad at all, I gave her a ring, not an engagement ring cause I'm still waiting. I gave her candy, chocolates which she chewed me out a few days before about giving her candy, she worried that it would be too expensive for me. I have her mother an offering of Taboo, the fragrance, at least I'm on stable ground with her mother. I received a bottle of brut (or is it Brute) cologne, a silver men's bracelet, a card and some candy which I was warned not to eat all of it due to my condition (Diabetes).

A kiss, a hug, nothing more since I was over her mother's house and it is forbidden to go beyond first base there. The surprise of the evening came when while having coffee and cake, those gathered at the table were asked to help in designing a cake for my GF's nephew, he is so into pokemon. Usually, the ladies of the family were tasked with the graphics since my GF's mom baked and decorated the cake. The little tyke, bless his twisted soul, offered up a pokemon card to go by, in this case, Slaking. Needless to say, the womenfolk were befuddled, like does caught in headlights. The poor darlings had no clue how to draw it to the size that would fit a cake. It was the closet furry to the rescue. They knew that I dabbled in a little art but have no clue of my involvement in the furry genre, (and I hope it stays that way, man, some of the strange stuff would cause their poor heads to explode.) A few glances at the card, some scrap paper to do rough drawing, and then PosterBoard for the final design to be cut out and used as a template for the cake. With only a few variations, I was able to draw it just right, one Slaking, in a battle pose, chopping boards kung-fu style. The kids were impressed, the womenfolk were amazed, and I was confused. I guess a little bit of art knowledge can help you in the long run. At least I know when I see the cake, I can smile knowing I had a hand in it. Perhaps when the kids get older, I'll introduce them to the very vixen birthday cake, nah, I won't corrupt youth until they are ready.

So to end, I'm not in the dog house, although I did not get any play, I still feel that cupid shafted me, but I'm still happy that I did not spend Valentine's day alone.

Cheers.