February 13, 2007
When I worked in an office, Valentine’s Day was always a hotbed of competition – who got what (and from whom), whose bouquet was the biggest, had the most sentimental card. The next day was reserved for unveiling of jewelry, received at a romantic and expensive dinner, booked months ahead. The women were either flaunters or enviers; I don’t know what the men thought about the whole thing. Possibly they were too busy thinking of and paying for the biggest bouquet they could find, so their wife or girlfriend could be the cynosure of all eyes in their own office.