Dear All-heart Man,
Your simple act of permitting men to lasso women and rope them in for life has evolved into such a high-pressure day in the 21st century that you'd be amused to see it. Even before the sun was up and about, the florists were polishing their teeth and wringing their talents dry from 4:30 in the morning to entice people with their flower arrangements and fresh-as-dew roses. Heck, some of the florists were even open all night! I know because i was up all night as well, drinking it out with a couple of friends from 6:30 last evening.
The things people do in the name of love - suicide, dinners, a couple of days out of town, hell i think today there are going to be at least three flash mobs happening in the city. (Flash Mobs are not evil, Saint Valentine, they're not the same people who torched you. It's the term used to put up a public display of planned random dancing.) Wives will put pressure on husbands to take them out, girlfriends will fleece boyfriends dry, the married and old ones will not fight for a day... yes, that feeling of love makes people do weird things. I think Cupid's got a big-ass manufacturing unit for his arrows now, that's how much he's in demand.
You made it so that for this one day, being single is akin to committing a heinous crime. You bestowed the power of the social order on the hooked ones for this one day every year, making them look down on the singles like they were the outcasts, the scum of the earth. Today, mushy feeling defeats intelligence and all other emotions; but only today, thank heaven.
I'm telling you, Saint V, if there was a system of paying royalty way back in your day and age, you'd be rich enough to own more than three quarters of the world today. You'd be the Hugh Heffner of Emotional Love. The Bill Gates of Windows to the Heart. You'd also be the sole cause for a serious outbreak of lovemaking anywhere and everywhere.
But then, at least there'd be more love in the world. Shared, felt and happy.
Lovingly,
The Optimist in the Guise of a Pessimist
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