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I have a confession to make.I once broke up with a girlfriend on Valentine’s Day.

I also broke up with my long-time college girlfriend because she wanted to study rather than go out to dinner with me on Valentine’s Day.

Now I realize that this paints a rather dubious picture. However, I must say that out of 34 Valentine’s Days, only 2 were disasters. Not a bad percentage, I’d say. In fact, early on I owned Valentine’s Day. The elementary school years were clearly good to me. I mean, I raked in the Valentine’s in elementary school. I clearly remember the heartfelt Garfield valentines with a candy heart taped to the outside envelope that said “Be Mine.” I even had a little admirer who lived down the street bake me cookies and deliver them to my house. And even though my mother made march down the street to “Thank that sweet little girl, Juniper” for baking me cookies, I count it as a pretty good Valentine’s day.

So you can see I have a track record. And when it comes to celebrating Valentine’s day, I consider myself a pretty romantic guy. So, when thinking about this post, I thought I might pass along some wisdom picked up from my many years of experience. I do come with credentials - I was voted Biggest Flirt of my high school senior year - so I feel I can pontificate with authority. That being said, I just admitted I’ve bombed two Valentine’s days that didn’t include Garfield so it dawns on me that perhaps any advice I would give out wouldn’t be that welcome.

I will say this, however. (Lean in a little so you can make sure you get this…)

If you’re just now realizing it’s Valentine’s Day, you’re so fucking screwed.

So, since I’m the expert, and all, let me know if you need some advice on how to handle a break-up on Valentine’s day.

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