Here ya go:
The Mail is not the best place to go to read about Valentine’s Day, especially with headlines like “who needs men“?
Here are some answers to that:
# Well I simply do not believe it. My single friends are always saying how unhappy they are about not being able to find the right man. Everyone wants to be loved and nurtured and if they tell you they don’t, they are lying. [Capri, West London]
# It’s a known fact that men are far more desperate and needy than women. – Nina, Reading, England, 14/2/2012 9:07 No, they’re not, Nina. I’m desperately lonely today, as are all my single friends. There aren’t any men moping round the office and not even the married ones have brought a card in to show off. It’s just another day to them. It’s true, they really do only need us for one thing and now that my looks are going, I’m frightened for the future. I’ll be 30 next year and I so don’t want to be alone forever. [Amy, Leicester]
# But… who holds your hand when you need to know you’re not alone? Who says you look beautiful when you don’t feel that way inside? Who believes in you when you can’t try anymore? Who stays with you as you grow old?. [Paul, USA]
I say the Capris, Amys and Pauls need to find each other and leave those embittered commenters of both sexes to enjoy their deliriously happy singlehood alone. Alone is not a good state – there are three people I’m thinking of right now, all alone and I know they’d appreciate having a partner if the partner were not unreasonable and in the case of the males – if the courts would stay TF out of it.
Personally, I like “incidental” love scenes, where the film was not actually a love story but love intruded somewhere along the line:
Thinking back to some of those comments at the Mail, I can’t help but wonder if they’ve ever really had an intense relationship with the other sex – if they had, they’d surely not be so bitter. They’d just miss the arms of someone special. Sure, they might have had mucho bonko, they might even have married and had a life of sorts but to say they don’t need the other sex at all has my head shaking.
Not such a good analogy but to me, the difference between sex and the full item with love is the difference between the icing and the cake, between the dessert and the full meal. Idiocy, of course, to say sex is not great or even vital and full-on too but sex with love – ah, that’s sublime. I miss the arms, the thousand little looks and throwaway words, the surprises I’d dream up for her, the bed which is not empty in the middle of the night, those walks in the rain or along the shore or both at one time. Even banal things can be nice if you look at them the right way – even both of you washing up after the meal.
The commercialization? Tacky and lurid red. The other sex? Soft thoughts for them today. If Valentine’s Day can be noteworthy for nothing else, let it be noteworthy for a thawing between men and women, if only for 24 hours. In Russia, which took some time to come to grips with Valentine’s, it was a day when close people, whoever they were, exchanged gifts and cards. That’s how I’m treating it today.
To the female readers of this blog and to those female friends of mine who don’t read blogs – this post is for you, with a big hug and kiss.