for guys who’d rather talk tech than emotion,
but miss their girlfriend’s effervescent happiness.
A brilliant man sets out to hunt Cupid with the dark intent to never lose his mind (and end up alone) again.
You and I both know that V-day is just a bunch of hot air. Overpackaged, environment-be-damned, chocolate-scented air. Not an actual antidote to despair. When I read in ADBUSTERS that we buy more stuff when stressed-out, tired, and made to feel alone, it made sense of all the algorithms. Of commercials cutting in exactly at the climax. Of the user-surly interfaces exposing intelligent eyeballs to unnescessary, extra steps for no
Power to you if you can resist the New Year’s Disillusion. My hat’s off. Kudos. Purely hypothetically, if, say, you had no New Year’s resolution, but a strong wish to have someone to kiss as the ball drops next year, you’ve probably wondered what’s between you-now and you-then. Just Time? Ads tell you you should work/buy your way there. Your local gym doesn’t tempt you, but for the sake of
