A very wise acquaintance of mine said that men who read Behind the Bedroom Door would end up "wiser lovers." Which is good for women, too. Besides, it's sexy, romantic, sometimes serious, sometimes sad, just like Valentine's Day in real life. It's not politically correct to like Valentine's Day and in fact I spent the majority of my life dreading it yet somehow hoping roses would magically appear on my desk from a secret admirer. So if I actually happen to have a date on actual Valentine's Day, I feel unreasonably excited. I guess this means there's a limit to my cynicism. Or maybe I'm just up for enjoying any excuse, even a Hallmark one, to celebrate and express love.
(I'm still a feminist!)
Ciao--
Paolita (as my friend, Sarah, calls me sometimes)
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