and now I remember, last year one of the mook reps at my work spent £330 on roses, to be delivered to his girlfriend (who also works here) as a valentines surprise.
£330?!
I hate him anyway, but theres about 50 million things I can think to do with £330, and that aint one of them.
I’m spending sat night with two couples, but at least they arent going to be doing all that lovey dovey shit in my face. did you get my card Jenny? 
I’ll be weeping with joy because valentines is just that sweet!
Well, things are looking up since last you spoke on this issue, then. Before, you were weeping bitterly into your whisky. Does this mean you’re feeling a bit better?
(I know, it’s that gosh-darned American optimism again. I’m sorry, I’ll stop it. But keep in mind that I’m of East European Jewish extraction, and believe me, there is no shortage of bitter cynicism among either Jews or East Europeans. If you want to get really depressed, just read any given Russian novel.)
Hey, it’s not just the UK types who are single, not-young, and bitter.
<sobs into his maple syrup>
I am forced to conclude that the US is an anomaly.
::sobs quietly into his apple pie::
Oh, I wholeheartedly agree, but I seem to be fresh out of harem volunteers at the moment. Care to share any sloppy seconds?
Yeah, sure, but you’ll have to come over to Birmingham to get them - they don’t seem to travel too well. Now, who do you want?
I dunno; what are my choices? And y’know, I do have a certain amount of professional expertise in the import and export of human beings. (I travel pretty well, but my boss might take exception to me disappearing again so soon. Not to mention my finances.)
Hmmm… Lets see…
There’s the astrophysics instrumentationalist (head of our instrumentation group in fact). Or the rather sweet Irish guy who tried to snog me one evening in a bar (he was told to go away - being only 18!). Or the Shakespeare loving astrophysicist I share an office with, or there’s the ex, who absolutely hates my guts now and would do anything to get away from me. Failing that, I can’t think of any others…
Well, considering that I’m a few years older than you, yep, 18 is more than a tad too young. (I’ve got no objection to guys a few years younger, but nearly 50% younger is really stretching it.) Judging by what you’ve written about your ex, naaah, I don’t think so. However, the idea of a Shakespeare-loving astrophysicist is more than a little intriguing…
None of these people are coming with you to the States, are they? I think we should do an all-out international mini-ChiDope, don’t you? I’ll cook and everything; I make a mean Uzbek shashlyk!
Quite. Far too young even for me - maybe its because my students are that sort of age.
Can’t say I blame you really. Hence why he’s an ex!
Well, he’s in Chile at the moment, on an observing run.
'Fraid not. It’ll just be lil old me. I like the idea of a shashlyk though. Maybe I can persuade my other single male friends to go over for a ChiDope, just for you. 
No, it just means I’ve run out of whisky …
And you shouldn’t really be crying into whisky - you’ll dilute it.
And you shouldn’t really be crying into whisky - you’ll dilute it.
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Not all of us. Some of us are in love and in a relationship. 
Well, as long as the person you’re in love with is the same person as the one you’re in a relationship with, then that’s a good thing.
So that makes two, then; you and Angua. And, well, Angua’s honey and **Tir ** (but not with each other, at least as far as I know), but as I understand Tir won’t be in the U.K. too much longer anyway.
Well, I’m glad the whole of the British Isles isn’t sobbing into its collective whisky and/or tea. I’d hate to see perfectly good beverages wasted. Maybe what you guys need is a nice swap meet, where you all bring your single friends and try to fix them up with each other.
I love Valentine’s Day. I get to put up my extra-special away message! It always cheers people up…
However, to get in the spirit of things, I’ll try to be bitter too. ::scowl::
Hmmmm…speaking of Al Capone, maybe I’ll organize a V-Day excursion to the Green Mill, a jazz club which started life as a Prohibition-era speakeasy owned by Al Capone. It’s a short walk from my apartment.
(Angua,/ if you should happen to be in Chicago on a Sunday evening, they also host the Uptown Poetry Slam: it’s basically a three-ring circus/tournament of amateur performance poetry, judged by the audience. Fun for the whole family!)
I absolutely loathe Valentine’s Day. I’m engaged, so a lot of my single friends tell me “Oh, but you have some one! How could you hate it? You’re all set!” Fuck that. I may be cheap, but here’s why I hate this stupid day: first, Christmas in late December. I blow all my money on gifts for friends and family. In mid-January is my fiance’s birthday. I usually go all out for him then because his family has never bothered with his birthday and I enjoy making a big deal out of it. Then six days after that is the anniversary of our engagement which we (thank God) did not, and hopefully won’t, celebrate because we both forgot. Then in mid-February comes Valentines Day, with all its cutsey hearts. I’m fucking broke by now. I don’t WANT to purchase more stuff, and I also don’t want to own anything that has goofey pink and red hearts all over it. And my fiance’s broke because he always goes all out for me on Christmas. Plus this year we’re paying for a wedding, and I quit my job in December and am just beginning to get a trickle of work from my new freelancing business. So we’ve decided not to buy each other anything for this evil, contrived Hallmark holiday. Instead, we’re going to make a big, elaborate meal together and stay in to eat it while we polish off a bottle of nice wine while we watch movies all night. Sounds like the perfect Saturday to me.