Here Comes Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day is in the air! How does Bostonist know? Well, aside from the wall-to-wall red that quickly took over our local drugstore's seasonal aisle on January 2 (can someone please figure out a way to market Martin Luther King Day so we can forestall this shit?), we've been noticing all the tell-tale signs: Giddy sidelong glaces among our single coworkers, dreamy, far-off looks in the eyes of our lovelorn friends, marked increases in alcohol consumption, etc.

OK, really, we haven't noticed any of that, but a letter in today's Globe caught our eye and turned our thoughts to romance. Moira McCarthy of Plymouth wrote the following:

ISN'T THEO Epstein just like that guy/gal you dated in high school who broke up with you just to make you suffer, then came back expecting even more devotion? Wait. Shoot -- I married that guy.

Mr. McCarthy, if you're reading this, do Moira and yourself a favor: Go all out for V-day this year. She's clearly trying to connect to you through baseball, and any woman with the gumption to do that via the Globe's letters section is a woman worth making an effort for. And tread lightly between now and the big day: More divorces actions are filed in court in January and February than at any other time of the year.

Image: St. Valentine, patron saint of, among other things, bee-keepers, epilepsy, and the plague.