It’s Valentine’s Day or Black Wednesday as one of my more bitter compatriots in the battle of love is calling it. Personally, when I’m being a good lad, not drinking too much, staying away from cigarettes and eating right, I know that the single life is better for me. Actually, even when I’m a tad self-destructive, I’m less so, on my own, then when I’m dating someone. I guess as seems to be the case on Power Goddess, sometimes women hurt the ones they love.

I’ve definitely had a broken heart more than a few times. Most of my exes probably wanted to hit me with something, but figured out that I’d have liked it too much. Therefore, other than as an occasional bedroom game, they wouldn’t give me the satisfaction if they were angry with me. Nevertheless, I’ve gotten more than my share of verbal abuse, which I also secretly enjoy at times.

A femdom-themed fetish site might not seem apropos when speaking of hearts and roses-filled V-Day. However, let’s face it. Love may be a many splendored thing. It’s so splendiferous in fact that it’s blinded half the time to the fact that it doesn’t run both ways and is long over before you know it. Many a foolish heart grieves the loss of what was never meant to be.

Nowadays, if one spends too long pursuing the unattainable or become obsessed with the lost former object of one’s affection, one runs the risk of being arrested for stalking. However, over history, tortuous unrequited love has often been deemed almost more ideal than achieving an actual connection with someone. Being ignored and rejected as a suitor only made the whole affair more passionate.

That seems true when reading about a 17th century Valentine belonging to the British Postal Museum and Archive according to on Ananova (02/14/07). Patrick O’Neill, from Royal Mail, commented, “This year Royal Mail will be delivering over 12 million Valentine’s cards but probably none as romantic as the verse written inside here.”

“My dear the Heart which you behold,
Will break when you the same unfold,
Even so my heart with lovesick pain,
Sure wounded is and breaks in twain.”

I think I could be as clever. I’d send a folded newspaper ad with a two-for-one dinner coupon on it and write,

“I know you’ll cut out this deal for a free meal,
The way that you tore out my heart,
Since as much as I thought our love was for real,
You were just a money-hungry tart.”

Now, that’s romantic!