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To: Gauguin who wrote (7179)	2/10/1998 4:52:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

According to what I recollect, it's the fourth Thursday of the month. Actually the whole Valentine's Day thing is a racket that women dreamed up long ago, thinking what a great idea, we get guys to buy stuff for us, and has since boomeranged on them massively. When I was in college I got to see this first hand in the most poignant manner. Back at Baylor University (in Waco, Texas), in my freshman year, the ritual at the girls' dorm on Valentine's Day was that the florists' deliveries would be made in the late afternoon after classes. The various florists would come in periodically with the goods, and the freshman girl in question would be called by the front desk to come and pick up her flowers. Rest assured that every girl who had any conceivable chance of receiving a bouquet of any size from anybody was entrenched in her room, inexorably chewing off every fingernail to the cuticle, breathlessly awaiting said summons. No girl worth her insouciance would be caught dead waiting visibly desperate with anticipation in the lobby -- it just was not done. As evening came on, some of those that had expected -- or even hoped -- but did not receive would begin furtively trickling down into the lobby, even trying to casually paw over the few floral arrangements that had not yet been picked up to see if there had been some terrible mistake, some cruel and unforgivable oversight by the desk attendant. Others licked their wounds in bitter seclusion. And plotted revenge. How, you may ask, do I know of this in such lurid and painful detail? Because a girlfriend of mine had a friend in the dorm who had just been unceremoniously dumped by her erstwhile beau a few days before Valentine's Day. She explained this whole terrible ritual to me. And she begged me to send flowers to her girlfriend so that the poor thing would not suffer the indignity, the Blanche Duboisdom, of not being called down, and of not having a bouquet in her room when her friends came to visit. Of course I sent them. Ostensibly from a secret admirer. Then again, maybe this is just a Texas thing. penni?