When I heard Budweiser declared February 15th the official start to dating season, I panicked. Was I missing something I’d regret? Something better than 1/2 price chocolate?
As a professional dater, I decided to evaluate my existing relationship. I pulled it into the pit, checked the gauges and determined we weren’t going to make it, even with a retread.
In order to avoid losing time in this new season, I called him and told him it was time to retire the relationship and move on. Irreconcilable differences. Generation gap. What ever the excuse may be, I really didn’t see ourselves making it to Fat Tuesday or even St. Patrick’s day.
While the Whitman’s and bear were sweet, the future holds something just as nice. Gentlemen, start your engines.