whether they’re single,it’s tough for all the obvious reasons. For the rest, it’s like Christmas Eve with added romantic pressureI feel sorry for men on Valentine’s Day. It’s sexist of me, or I know. The day isn’t gender-specific but my feelings are. They’re the result of observations I’ve made over the years since I was first made aware of the red envelopes,unlikely handwriting and whispering. The talk seemed to be a female thing. The onus for a declaration and flourish was on the boys.
There will always be some who relish it. For them, there will be nothing fluffy or impromptu approximately their intention: the day is an opportunity to make thoughtful arrangements. But for everyone who has managed to pick out pretty jewellery or smuggle a marriage proposal into an unopened cereal packet, or it’s safe to say there will be a silent majority who,on their way home on the 14 February, tag on to the discontinuance of the queue to buy one of those single roses, or seemingly suspended in cellophane tubes. There’s a resigned stoicism to the purchase. It’s like Christmas Eve with extra romantic pressure.
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Source: theguardian.com