will you be my valentine?

um, no.



are you sure? i was so hoping not to be alone today. are you sure you won't be my valentine?

it's okay, i don't need a valentine.



but you're so pretty, are you sure you don't want to? just for one day?

god is my valentine. the almight jesus is my valentine.



oh...god. well, jesus is my god but you're my goddess.

i'm not your goddess. and jesus says you should drink less.



jesus said you should be my valentine.

i doubt that.



well maybe next year then.

see you in the afterlife.



i shit you not. this is a true recounting of what i heard as i stood in line at the bank. the smelly boozed up man (wearing auto fail flower print shirt) was trying to pick up the woman behind me (too embarassed to bother looking but she was a young woman). this is a true conversation. and this my friends, is what valentine's has come down to. this has got to be the funniest conversation i have ever overheard. well actually, they were talking through and around me so i guess i was the impartial third party. omniscient and omni-amused. happy valentine's day.