Monday, February 14, 2005

Here's five dollars Hallmark isn't going to get!

Well, the day has come when anyone in a romantic engagement must now line up at the Hallmark store and wait to get milked.

Cards: $5

Roses: $60

Dinner, Jazz show: $200

Days until you have to do this again: 365 - (closest of Anniversary/Birthday/CPA certification...)

Unlicensed and hardly original parody of national advertisment campaign: Fine not in excess of $100,000 and no more than three to five years in pris... I mean, priceless.

If money doesn't buy it, then that means you're single. For everyone else, there's Mastercard.

5 comments:

LeperColony said...

Just in case the uncompromising cynicism wasn't a dead give away, I am among the ranks of the single. However, at the least I can honestly say that I do not regret my current solitary nature.

Although I remain as susceptible as the next man to those particular sensations that accompany the passing of an attractive woman, I currently have as little interest in dating as for a tetnis shot.

Why this is I couldn't say for sure. But, as it is what it is, and I'm happy enough for the nounce, I guess I'm not one to complain.

Christopher said...

I'm with you on that. I've just come out of an endurance trial of a relationship and I'm not in a hurry to get into another one.

V. Day is a load of corporate balls.

munchkin said...

men...*sheesh*... But I do agree, valentines day is rediculous...

Moon Goddess said...

That is quite funny, and oh so true. I still like the sentiment of the holiday, if not the whole consumerism bit.

LeperColony said...

What amazes me is that many men participate in the ritual simply for the physical reciprocation candy and holidays seem to illicit from women.

Now, and I say this having lived in a dorm with liberated lesbians, I have a hard time imagining that a sexual encounter is really worth all the time and money Valentine's Day efforts entail.