Valentine’s Day reminds me of a Brooklyn guy who couldn’t stand the idea of being alone on this day a few years ago, so he spent most of the daylight hours searching for a dinner date until he found one in the most remote areas of his smartphone’s address book.
He then spent much of the evening hours finding a restaurant that would accept his reservation request.
By the way, I think most restaurants are among the worst choices to spend your V-Day, but that’s another story.
The hilarious topping to the poor guy’s desperate adventure is that although the romantic acquisition was as temporary as the holiday itself, he felt victorious.
My Valentine’s Day wish is that you never become that guy. Shouldn’t love be more than a last resort trophy and a janky night out … ?
song currently stuck in my head: “zanzibar” – earth, wind & fire
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