Those three clumsy words

Sometimes I think it's me, sometimes I think it's bigger than me, but whatever the cause, I have never been out with a girl on Valentines. Last year was the closest, so close it hurts, on V-Day last year I was lying on a bed with my one true love... Sadly it happened to be in hospital and when I say I was lying, really I was floating somewhere near the flourescents in a haze of fuzzy drugs. But c'est la vie, at least physically we occupied the same space, and that's something. Before that it's always been a no-score draw, unless you count the time I was twenty one and my girlfriend was in America at the time, but the flowers I sent never showed up so she certainly didn't. See I either break-up just before, or meet someone just after; it's uncanny. And bleakness. This year I set a new low point for bleakness: apart as we speak from the one I love, I spent the night doing card tricks for couples lost in each others' eyes. They needed to find a room, not the seven of spades. I gave up after three rejections and bought a steak dinner. Sometimes you just need a big plate of thick juicy meat.