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People keep asking me what I did on Valentine’s Day.

And I cheerfully tell them all the same thing: "Oh, I was playing video games at home."

I’m such a dork.

But I have to say that tossing bolts of electricity at minotaurs can be just as fun as a romantic candlelight dinner with a significant other. Christ, I’m sounding like such a lost cause now, haha…

I like being single but if there’s anything I miss about being in a relationship, it’s definitely the companionship. Suddenly, you realize that you have a lot more free time on your hands than you know what to do with.

And so I start taking up new hobbies and classes. Read all the books I never got around to reading. Watch all the DVDs I never got around to watching. Play more online poker. I’ve become such a well-rounded individual.

And then there’s the social life.

If I’m not drunk on liquor every other night, I’m hyperventilating from an overdose of coffee.

Since most of the girls I know are happily ensconced in domestic bliss, I’m usually with the boys. Because boys just never grow up. I swear, they could be respectable lawyers or engineers or whatever, but the stuff they get up to…One of my best friends looks like the consummate professional at work with his pinstriped Raoul shirts and natty cufflinks but on weekends, you could hardly recognize the guy. Out come the scuffed Converse kicks and the leisure threads I term his "drug dealer uniform": threadbare t-shirt that looks older than my floormat (it’s vintage, he argues) and jeans he hasn’t washed since mullets were in fashion.

But I’m just emphasizing the dressing because it shows that you can never really tell what a man is like on the surface, or at least during working hours.

It’s the nocturnal activities you should be concerned with, especially under the influence of alcohol and/or other substances.

I’ve seen some of my friends swapping spit with girls they’ve known for five minutes. Taking strange girls home. Telling their girlfriends on the phone how much they miss them, only to be groping the cocktail waitress forty minutes later.

Next you may ask, "Geez, Steph, what kind of guys do you hang out with?"

That question doesn’t even matter. Because it happens to the best of them. It could be a harmless flirtation that doesn’t necessarily result in a one-night-stand. But the conclusion is, if the temptation is there, then it doesn’t take very much for a man to succumb. Say, if the girl happens to be a real skank - and I have to say there are a lot of them around. Call me conservative but I’m always surprised at how easy it is for one of my friends to take girls he barely knows back to his place. I mean, hello, woman! What if my friend is actually a depraved psycho with a torture chamber under his bedroom? "But he can’t be a psycho because he’s got a great tan and a six-pack! *giggle* "

So in conclusion, I don’t totally blame the men. Hell, if I were a guy and there was a hot chick with a handkerchief for a dress throwing herself at me…

But at the end of the day, what goes around comes around. Infidelity will always come back to bite you in the ass. So watch the revolving door on your way out, folks.

And I’ll end with parting words from Jamie Foxx: "Don’t hate the player, hate the game."

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