My next Valentine: Stockholm Syndrome

It's not what you do for me on Valentine's Day that matters but the amount of jealousy it provokes in others
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Tonight is perhaps one of the most romantic nights whole year round. You see, today is Valentine's day. A day when a guy pluck a stalk of rose for the princess of their dreams, and a night where a girl satisfies the dreams of their prince.

Its a good thing that not everyone celebrates Valentine's day. I can't fathom the thought of all 6 billion people celebrating valentine day. I wonder how many roses will be plucked from the soil of the earth. Perhaps sometime in the future, environmentalist would name this day as the 'Rose Sacrificial Day'. I'm sure ALL anti-valentine would support to this idea.

Today is my big day as well. I never knew preparing 44 Roses and a 3.8carat diamond would be such a hassle. Some may be curious to why I prepared 44roses. Don't get me wrong, I do not work in a flower shop neither am I a certified florist. However I did send a rose to all my ex-girlfriend, to serve as reminder of my once presence. Its not the rose that is symbolic, rather the sharp armour piercing thorns. (If you didn't get the joke, I hope the thorns scrap scar their delicate fingers as how they bled my once loving heart.)

But.... But..... The 3.8carat diamond is to my one and only true love. If the diamond has a life of its own, it would have seen my all. My deepest desire, my passion, my persistence, my joy, my pride, my ego, my optimism, my nervousness, my affection, my fear, my shame, my fury, my disappointment, my frustration and my sorrow (in chronological order). And if you read the sequence of emotions again, you would have a rough idea that today is NOT my day. (That is why I'm blogging on a valentine's night instead of having fun.)

I had to sacrifice a couple of electronics before I cool down. Now that I've calm down, I start to think back to what went wrong. I've done all I could: Suave restaurant, the best tuxedo, a professional chauffeur, candlelight table, musicians, and even a 3.8 carat diamond. I even tried to contact Frank Martin as the chauffeur and Joshua Bell as the violinist. Still nothing works. Has women become so materialistic that not even a 3.8carat diamond will cut it?

As what they always say: 'If you can't push, pull'. If being overly romantic is at fault, perhaps I should try the opposite next year. I've heard a great deal about the Stockholm Syndrome and I should give that a try. Stockholm syndrome is a psychological response sometimes seen in abducted hostages, in which the hostage shows signs of affection to the hostage-taker.
More Reading on Stockholm Syndrome 1
More Reading on Stockholm Syndrome 2

Come to think about it, this ain't such a bad idea. The next time I'm interested in a new girl, I should really plan well for our next date. Kidnap her, and imprison her for a few weeks until she is emotionally attached to me. Then again, I'm not a rich man. If I do attempt to inflict this Stockholm Syndrome to my next girlfriend, should I get a gun or should I get a bomb?

Back to my usual easy to answer question session:
How did your Valentine Day went?
What would you be doing for your next Valentine Day?

Disclaimer + Note:
1) This article is a joke. Never attempt to kidnap anyone with a gun or a bomb. (Use both for better success rate!)
2) The above statement is another joke.
3) Frank Martin is the main character in the movie 'The Transporter'
4) Joshua Bell, a world renowned violinist who collected only $32 for playing 3.5million incognito. [link]

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[Top Comment by QuirkyLilPrincess]
my valentine's day was spent doing errands with the family.my next valentine's will probably be spent alone again. I give up. If love hurts so much the other 364 days of the year,i don't think 1 day will fix everything.Stockholm syndrome?maybe that will fix me someway somehow.i want a hot kidnapper though.