And don’t get me started on the couples locked at the cheek calling each other pookie. “Which cupcake do you want to share?” “I know you love the vanilla with the chocolate frosting. And I love you.” “I love you more.” Smooch smooch. Blech blech.
But what’s that rule again? Just add whiskey? I may not love contrived romance, but I am a total sucker for whiskey. Coming home to find my Four Roses vase filled with red roses? Swoon. Skipping the obligatory table-for-two night at a restaurant and heading to a whiskey tasting instead? Pure romance. And I’m not saying I will turn away chocolate. But wouldn’t that chocolate be better with some whiskey in it?
My advice for getting through the day with or without a date? Whiskey. Love's truest form.