Dear Valentines..

Scene at the local lounge.
R & L sharing a drink , a vodka martini with 2 olives in them.
R is fiddling with the stirrer, while L holds the glass.
Moving closer to each other, they clasp each other in a warm embrace their fingers entwining.
L traces the lines in the palm of R. They are made for each other. Perfectly complementing each other.
Both of them not the best of beauties. A little bit thickset, wide and short. But they love each other.
I look around lazily as R, lovingly brings up the Vodka martini upto my lips. I savor it a little bit, lost in thought and suddenly realize that L is scratching my balls.
Thats my cue. I get off the bar stool and purposefuly walk toward the door, my R leg and L leg marching in tandem.
Time to go home to my dearest valentines.