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Love is a disease

dead cupidThe most I do for Valentine’s Day is remind others that it’s Valentine’s Day. I don’t do romantic stuff anymore. I have no one to do it for or with and don’t hold out much hope that I ever will again. As I wrote two years ago, fat, shy recluses (hermits? hermitesses? hermiti?) are unlikely to encounter romantic encounters.

But that’s okay. As I also mentioned back then, it was my dad who, after marrying for the second time at age 86 and less than a year after my mom died, declared, “Love is a disease.” Mom probably would have said, “Too soon old, too late smart.”

Anyway, if you have a significant other, do something special for him or her before this day is out.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

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  1. As an “urban hermit” with a high degree of social anxiety, my chances aren’t looking so good either. But I’ll always be a romantic at heart. Happy Valentine’s Day PT! 😀

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  2. Alone again. Naturally…
    In the same leaky boat. Just another in a long line of days that fuel my suicidal ideation.
    On a more amusing note: almost used the image you posted as an avatar this morning on FB heh.
    great minds.

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  3. Yeah, an incurable one at that. It’s better than that other disease, hate. But all this Valentine crap is pure commercialism. And yeah, I bought my wife a rose. It was only five bucks.

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