I always feel hollowed out by these empty February 14th displays of affection. It's not that I'm some crazy, bitter Valentine-hater, I just don't think that love can be put in a box... let alone a Russell Stover sampler. Love's different for everyone because everyone's different; you can't label it, you can't always define it, and it shouldn't be standardized or measured by the number of chocolate-covered strawberries you give or receive.
Though I might not be the biggest fan of Valentine's Day, I am a big fan of Cupid's work. Wouldn't it be great if a chubby, cherubic baby could shoot an arrow and point people in the direction of someone they're meant to be with? Think about how rare it is to be in the right place at the right time and make a lasting connection with someone... for 2 personalities out of the 7 billion personalities on this planet to be drawn together and click. Humphrey Bogart said it best in Casablanca; "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine."
It's just really hard to know which gin joint to walk into, Humphrey! |
The online dating industry is booming. But I'll leave it up to serendipity before I'll leave it up to OkCupid. That website never did me right, haha.
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