All Right Guys it’s Valentine’s Day Eve: Brace Yourselves and Cowboy-Up

Valentine’s Day Eve

So the ancient Maya believed that every 52 years to allow the sacred calendar cycle to end and a new one to begin the priests would have to sacrifice a human and kindle a fire in the empty heart cavity. If they failed, life would cease.

Valentine’s Day is that day every year to a man’s relationship with his girl. We have 24 hours and if we fail to kindle–that fire–that night–it all ends.

So the day we dread is here. We feel excitement, mixed with skepticism, mixed with dread, mixed with fear. We may, somehow, by the grace of god, close our eyes and cross our fingers and manage to pull it off.

The worst part is knowing whether you try really hard or resign yourself to the fact you’ll fail to meet expectations, you have approximately the same chance of disappointing. We know there’ve been hints, outright statements, we should have recognized as such, but we had no way of catching them. They will not be revealed except with tears or in anger after the fact tomorrow evening.

Why it couldn’t have been made guy-clear before hand, we don’t understand. It’s mindnumbing. But at some level, as men, we know the cycle and perform the ritual. It reminds us we married or are with a woman and we love her for everything she is. Had we wanted it to be simple, we could have settled with another straight guy.

Anyway, we have a highly evolved ability to get ourselves out of the doghouse. It ain’t nothing. Valentine can bring it.

In the long run she loves us more for completing the ritual for winning or winning back her heart. In the end we guys made it out with ecstatic sex–for nailing it on the head–or makeup sex for successfully reassuring her of our love for her–despite our terribly disappointing inability to show her the way she thought we’d know to show her.

And in the end, she still believes in herself and in youboth as a couple. It is a relief because there was the tiny chance everything would go wrong, you wouldn’t salvage it, and the relationship would be over, all because of that damn day.

Good luck and god’s speed. We know we’ll need it. Please, share how it goes. Its alway an adventure.