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Valentine’s Day, for some, is a joyous occasion as they celebrate everything from newly kindled relationships to decades long love. For others, Valentine’s Day represents a pit of cynicism, further fueled by the utter annoyance of little cupids prancing about, their arrows aimed at sappy couples. This is the day the whole world is getting married and living happily ever after, except you. 
“I think it was invented to sell candy and cards,” my friend Kelly said, a big biceps, fast car guy from Oakland County, Michigan. “Plus, all the good girls are taken, so no point.”
Kelly, or “Kel” as we say, is great to have around because his arms are tree trunks. Nobody messes with you on account of his double XL shirts. He’s a classic muscle head in both the gym and garage; his Robert Oppenheimer IQ concealed under a Vin Diesel bald head gives him a sort of whimsical charm. When I suggested he should look for a girl in a Nissan, he looked at me like I was nuts.
“But, Kel, listen here . . . ”
“Carl, you’re smoking something funny,” came his reply.
Turns out, I’m not smoking anything, funny or otherwise. A recent study by the Psychometrics Center at Cambridge University in the UK, showed Nissan owners were among the most agreeable people you could wish to meet. Using the latest personality profiling techniques, the University discovered Nis...