Although this isn't MY take on Valentine's Day, it does fit the theme for the blog because it IS an insight to a single male's mentality re: this very coupley day.
A different spin on things from a (very) different perspective.
Enjoy.
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Jack: I'm serious, I'm not going out tonight. I got home at 3:00 last night, I feel like a meth addict.
Leo: I wanted to talk to you about that...
-walks over to sidetable, picks up crystal tumbler of whiskey-
Drink?
Alrighty then.
Jack: -coughs into fist-
-notes blood-
Leo: You know what I love about Valentine's Day? I'll tell you what I love about Valentine's Day. The total and utter lack of Valentines.
Jack: -turns to audience "Here we go folks" -
Leo: I love that it's perhaps the most volatile day for singles... the crushing expectations, the relentless reminder that you. are. alone. It does odd things to people-- the meek are emboldened, the demure turn debaucherous. Wanton hedonism spurned on by the pressures of a love-lorn holiday.
Girls by the bushel looking to find solace with an intriguing stranger... some kind of proxy for what this day reminds them they lack.
-sips whiskey-
-stares out window at setting sun, eyes narrow, smile creeps across face-
[in a whisper] Come sundown, they'll be out in droves. Seeping out across the city like a wonderful plague.
-looks down into glass-
You get your rest now, Clarice. Fly fly fly... ... fly fly fly...
