Valentine’s Day is over, thank goodness. It’s commercialised like crazy, with greedy retailers in the relevant industries happily cashing in on Cupid. Flower shops are the worst, charging a lot more in the days leading up to February 14, even though the blooms look and smell the same as before. The prices of red roses, in particular, will make guys see red.
Chocolates, too, are more costly in the month of February, leaving a bittersweet taste in the mouth of the poor “romantic” guy who needs to buy them. And fancy restaurants will be full, their overpriced V-Day menus specially souped up for lovebirds to lap up.
The candlelight would be barely bright enough for the gal to read the guy’s soppy poem professing his endless love. Whether the poetry is penned personally with feeling, copied carefully from a generic greeting card or generated quickly by computer, it’s the thought that counts.
What counts more, I think, is the transport. In the proverbial guy-chase-gal pursuit, the dude needs more than Cupid’s arrows to power that relationship blossoming like an expensive flower. He needs a car, ideally a dream car.
Convertibles always do the trick, because women everywhere tend to have a soft spot for soft-tops, like they do for soft toys. A cute car is also workable. No chick can possibly resist a car-toon driven by a Car-sanova.
