Once more it is the annual hunt for cupid, on this day when love is in the air and couples hook up, it's a day where I find myself wondering with will go nicely, black or grey for the cupid hunt. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the ideas behind Valentine's day, but that little winged rat ruined my life with those little arrows. Am I sounding bitter? Maybe just a little. True that cupid did find me love, but it is a relationship of convenience, namely me catering to my other half. I am more than willing to give her my heart and soul, providing for her, caring for her, trying within my power to give her whatever she wanted. What do I get in return? Just the words, "I love you" and maybe a kiss on the cheek.

Now before folks out there say that this relationship is wrong and I should run the hell away, please understand this, I'm in my twilight years, because I seem to have an over abundance of compassion, because I am so sick and tired of even thinking of resuming the chase with somebody else, I've grown a dislike for Cupid and all he represents, at the moment. I'm losing my faith in true love and at the moment just resigning myself to just being needed.

I can't think of anything else to say rant worthy, just that I hold no ill will towards those who enjoy this day, more power to ya. One day I will realize that you can't fight the power, until then, while roses and chocolate covered strawberries are consumed, I will be sitting in my blind with the cherub in my sights and wondering if I should pull the trigger. :)