Valentines Day
January 26, 2008 by Ruthie
..Will once again soon be upon us. The history of St. Valentine, the patron saint of florists and chocolate manufacturers can be found here. Valentines Day was once a pagan festival full of wild sex and parties, until it was hi-jacked by killjoy Christians and turned into an evening where couples who don’t usually speak to each other all year are obliged to go out together and get charged double the normal price for a medicore restaurant meal.
Having said all that Ruthie, rather tragically, finds herself without a date this year. Since her plea on this site for a co-blogger was spectacularly successful, Ruthie invites applicants for a Valentine’s date. You can see pictures of Ruthie here and here, and listen to Ruthie being interviewed last year by John Humphries here.
Send some details about yourself, phone number and suggestion for a date to ruth6328 [at] googlemail [dot] com. The best/most original/most amusing suggestion gets the girl, the worst will appear on the blog (anonymously, I’m not that cruel).
As a guide Ruthie likes restaurants, wine, motorbikes, all kinds of music (except folk and country and western) books, art, rowing and very expensive jewellery. Looks are far less important than personality so the ugly should apply, but the boring need not.
Caveats: applications may be monitored by VM for quality and training purposes. And as every good lawyer knows an invitation to treat is no guarantee of a binding contract.
However, a particularly fortunate applicant may get an invitation to be bound.
Singletons unite! You have nothing to lose but your habit of vocalising your inner monologue!
Shucks, you’ve figured out what the blog is all about..
It’s fair to say I’m not holding my breath to get a response
Anway I’m off to Canada next week to spend some quality time with my true love: My snowboard. (Although I did two-time him a bit today with my motorbike).
I’ve followed a similar mental route to you there. I updated my gaydar profile after months of stagnation, then after some browsing realised that true love was not to be found, and dug out my Neilson voucher someone gave me and started looking for holidays.
Now there’s a thought: become bi-sexual and double my chances
(Limited) experience tells me that love tends to find you when you are least looking for it, so a holiday with a friend, or even on your own is probably the best thing you can do. Think of all those air stewards…
Dearset Ruthie,
Did nothing come of your proposed stateside entanglement with Mr Dan Hull??! ( The Colonial Male, in my experience, is not entirely reliable, though compared to his English counterpart, the former positively basks in the perfume of roses, having been mired in dung for an unspecified ammount of time)
Canada should be fun, bieng chock full, or so I am told, of eligible males seeking an affectionate companion; if you can manage to get to Alaska, where the paucity of female to male has reached apparently disasterous levels, you may acquire a vertiable stampede of gentlemen beating a path to your door!
( gawd I wish I could spell…….)
Dan is one of the cleverest and wisest individuals I have known, however I get the feeling he’s probably had a lifetimes worth of dealing with women and would now rather just do his own thing.
Anyway I’m pleased to report that my friend has now agreed to take me out for Valentines Day…so I got a result if not quite the one I was expecting. x