"This is Valentine's Day. And Sam forgot it. Sam's wife had a card addressed to him, hidden in her top dresser drawer. Her gift to him was under her dresses in the closet. She waited for him to make the first move, to end this little dodge of his. There he was, sitting down to watch television at 7:30 at night as if he might be camped out there till bedtime ... as if he'd actually forgotten what day this is! Finally, at 10 P.M., when Sam had stumbled upstairs to brush his teeth, he found his wife sitting bolt upright in bed. Somehow the temperature felt noticeably cooler in that room than in the other parts of the house. "What's the matter? What'd I do?" He did a super-quick scan of his usual offences. Everything checked out. "Tomorrow morning," she said through clenched teeth, "I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from zero to two hundred in less than six seconds. And it had better be there!" With that, she snatched her pillow and blanket and trudged off, presumably to the downstairs sofa, leaving Sam standing there looking very unmanly, totally exposed as a Valentine forgetter. But his pride wasn't about to be threatened so easily. The next morning his wife found a gift box in the driveway. She tore it open and looked inside. It was a bathroom scale. Sam has been missing since Friday."
wasn't he the guy who was sainted for bailing a prostitute out of jail in roman or immediately post roman times, or am i getting the story (i think there's more then one, or more then one version of it) mixed up with something else. also i think there was something about children and three coins. well i loose track of things i don't have occasion to keep up with. i always thought it was cupid's/eros' birthday. no good reason why. you know just how things seem growing up as a kid. my parents weren't of the same religion as each other, so i didn't even know about the name having 'saint' in front of it until i was almost a teenager. of course i know about the infamous mafia type war thing, but that was later and just exploited the day already being there. mostly i've always just associated the day with the beginning of spring in warmer climates. of course love lust sex sort of naturally associate with spring. mating season that sort of thing. also agricultural fertility rituals, which also goes along with all that.
well the name of the thread is origin. which i'm waiting, because i've sort of forgotten, if i every knew, the actual story. apparently there was some guy, the roman catholic church, as a guess, sainted for some reason, and most of those, you cut to the chase and clear away the fog, was some bloodthirsty military kind of thing, that 'defended from' (in other words committed genocide against), some culture, nation or group of people, that for whatever reason, it didn't entirely agree with. but does anyone have the streight scoop on the particulars here? i'm really curious that no one has come forward with their expertiese on the subject.
Not sure if Jehovah Witness or just another goofy liberal trying to take the fun out of normal peoples lives.
there is no such thing as a normal person. but there are people, or at least i hope there still are, who don't hate logic, honesty or consideration. back to the subject at paw, i'm still waiting for anyone to clearify details.
St. Val's day is a poor reflection of society:- (i) Affection: ONE day a year to show one's loved one their feelings = more a token gesture than a norm. (ii) WAY: to enable the legitimacy of unwanted advances or (iii) Commercialisation: ANOTHER way of pulling on the emotional heart strings rather a expected demand than.a want & more a need Yep - I spent it - " Alone, again .... Naturally"
i suppose i could quite being lazy and look it up on wikipedia or something but is anyone actually going to talk about what it says on the label? (still a wee bit curious)
