How We Didn’t Date Each Other

Bemusing narrative and in-action illustrations via How We Didn’t Date Each Other by Tales Of Mere Existence

Relationships are especially confusing around Valentines Day.

Not only do the concerns of monogamous confinement are imposed by both of the dual genders, ladies are restricted to ‘come-hither but not too close’ ways that an other must quickly adapt to: the intimacy of boundaries without assuming a late-retrospective of the crazys and ‘too fast, too too stalker creepy’ dread.

Otherwise, a task appointed a la Sadie Hawkins is in order, notwithstanding the ancient ties of a female suffragette movement and independent landownership. Short skirts are sometimes necessary for less obstruction, or so they say. Our modern barbarianism of a dowry, unfortunately, is determined by the mix of previous romantic partners and enjoyable experience sans stained mebrasser.

Independent individuals enjoying the doom of a solitary catwalk are not exempt: these red-tinged holidays encourage, and proliferate appearances couples in public display attention-mode, uninhibited caresses in the backseats of buses and restaurants. Fuzzy toys and scent candles also create a brief appearance despite immortality of paper heart cutouts.

Saturated by red pink novelty lingerie and fat chocolates with sad – crazy musical sonatas on repeat on the radio: overwhelmed by the notion that somehow, somewhere, including the eco-planetary and animal kingdom, that somebody is getting more action than you this week.

On another note, 2010’s Valentine Day is happenin’ the same date as Chinese New Year, too.

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