So in January...

January is almost over!
I wore my snow sweater and it worked, enacting a whole day of cancelled worthless classes so that I can go frolic and ski. I'm in an extra whimsy mood. But not in the sense of creepy whimsy (see the jump).
Whimsy as in drawing my name on my fogged up bathroom windows and listening to She & Him and reading all day in some nook. Writing haikus. Puddle jumping.
But really I've just been reading a really well written biography on our faithful defender Robert E. Lee, wearing ugly sweaters, watching Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (excellent but sad) and playing guitar.

I feel like this February will be an extra sort of sweet.
Oh gawd, February! When all girls hark about is Valentine's Day and sex (not really) and candlelit dinners blah blah blah
And if that is how you feel you should stop reading ---now.

Because truly sweet Valentine's Day-ing is of the utmost importance. Men get to show how much they actually care. But most of them opt for the really boring "I love you", kiss on the cheek, tasteless necklace sort of deal. Which is sweet and classic and totally what you expect from everyone who doesn't know anything.
But a real man would take his special lady on a date.
To wherever.
Preferably somewhere warm depending on the weather.
A beautiful view with a hot thermos of tasty cocoa and sweet mugs.
What!? The man doesn't have a car? ...Bicycle.
Not a real date. On a real date the man drives, gets out of the car before the lady and opens the door for her. This is a classic and overlooked ritual only given on days of special importance.
Or the date could be a restaurant that you've never been to before, a coffee shop, a concert, ice skating, karaoke, going to the zoo, adopting a cat. Whatever, it need to be cool.