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JevInstincts
Volume VI number II

There's absolutely nothing exciting or special about February.

Nothing.

No-thing.

"What about Valentine's Day?" you ask.

Oh wait, I forgot. There are still single people out there and kids in primary school who think February is the month of love. Time to send your little playmates a cute card, or surprise your loved one with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates. Pepé Le Pew would be proud to hump your leg I'm sure.

Look, let me help you with a couple of things right now, and save you a lot of potential problems later on in life. Love is one of those things that either happens or doesn't. When it does, it's not like being hit by lightning - that's infatuation. Love is like being hit by a really big bus, and then being dragged along the road of life, with only a little red smear to mark your passing. That's love. John Cougar Mellencramp pretty much summed it up, "Come on baby, make it hurt so good."

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a bitter flatulent man who thinks real love is something you feel for a hot Tim Hortons coffee and donut at 10 o'clock in morning Monday to Friday (let's not confuse depency with love, that really is another story). Love is, well love is. But if you think I'm going to get sucked into the crass commercial aspects of Valentine's Day you must take me for an a complete idiot.

Which is fair and accurate. I may be many things but I'm not a moron. I'm picking up a dozen long stemmed roses and a box of Belgian chocolates for my wife. I may have been hit by the love bus, but I don't need to sleep on the couch to know what love isn't. Love isn't stupid.

Jevon the Tall
February 2003