Valentine's Day falls on a Thursday, which is bad news for your friends with dates, and temp jobs that require them to wear pleated khakis.
After being caught in the rat race for 10 hours, corporate America collectively slips into a pair of basketball shorts and cracks a beer at about 6:25 p.m. However, if you have dinner reservations, or you're planning some stupid over-the-top gesture that involves sprinkling rose petals, that oxford button-down is going to remain tucked in for, like, 16 straight hours. Caution: Chaffing ahead.
Sure, sweatpants are the uniform of a defeated man. But no one makes failure look as comfortable as you do.