Just had Valentine's Day and I enjoyed spoiling my darling wife. I had arranged for some roses to be delivered to her work and in the evening I took her out for a splendid intimate meal, overlooking the harbour. Being a poet, I of course also penned a love-filled verse for my sweetheart.
At work that day, I asked a few of my male colleagues whether they'd be doing anything special for their other halves. One said: "Not really. I'm having a meal cooked for me." Another one said his girlfriend of eight years didn't really expect any special attention from him anymore. Lastly, an Italian male colleague started whingeing about Valentine's Day being commercial nonsense. I thought to myself, it's a sad day when the Italians no longer believe in romance. Surely, that cannot be?
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