I was in Borders the other day and picked up the book "He's Not That Into You" which is an extension of a bit done on Sex and the City. After reading some of it I wanted to go home and put my head in the oven. According to the folk who wrote this book, no man I have ever been involved with in my whole life has been into me, present honey included (present honey has, after 4-1/2 years, something going, but he is most definitely not into me by the definitions presented). Actually, if a man treated me like the men who are into one is supposed to treat one, I would probably think he was a stalker or a nut. Anyway, on that note, Valentine's Day is coming. I had a date sort of near/on V-day once, I think, when I was about 20. I don't get cards from anyone but family and the occasional girlfriend. I send them dutifully every year, because hope springs eternal. I was much relieved to hear that my sister never has dates, either - this year is the first and the guy thought she was telling him the hotels would be booked because of President's Day, so even the new Mr. Perfect is semi-clueless. My sister is a gorgeous creature who has men hovering in her vicinity at all times, so hearing that she has also been bereft on V-day was a boost to my esteem. It's all a hoax I know but I'm such a hopeless romantic.
STUPID CUPID