Labu-labu

It's Valentine's Day.

Awesome.

No, really, it's awesome. Japan has a nice way of celebrating it, for those of my gender. Men do nothing. Women give men chocolate on the 14th of February. Men's only responsibility is to eat it. What a great day.

There is White Day here, which comes in 28 days (March 14th) in which the men are supposed to reciprocate. Part of me thinks the next 4 weeks is a great time for guys to break up with girls. Take your chocolate and run for the hills.

Flowers, nice dinners, cards, and the other V-Day paraphernalia make an appearance here too, but a much more muted one than in the States.

I recently have loved sharing a conversation I had with a high school gym teacher of mine, Mr. Pink, when I was a junior.
"Mr. Pink, doing anything special for your wife on Valentine's Day?"
"Nope."
"No?"
"No, we don't do anything on the 14th."
"Really?"
"We prefer the 15th."
"Why?"
"Well, roses and chocolates are a third of the price, and we can get a table at any restaurant in town. It's great."

And the path of least resistance wins again.