Mark’s attempt at dressing like a typical American university boy. I told him not to try this again, because I much prefer his British style.
I’m posting this because it’s Valentine’s day and I’m in Manila, apparently the epicenter of all that is red, rosy, and/or heart-shaped. And I must admit, try as I might to be fashionably cynical about this day, for the first time since the seventh grade, I find that I can’t.
“Just embrace the sentimentality and the heady scent of roses in the throes of the botanical equivalent of middle age. You’ll have more fun.”
Okay, honey. But it would be a hundred times better if you were actually here.
