Ah love... l'amour... It's in the air... Like an epidemic that has plagued every freaking nitwit on the face of this planet: Guys in their best shirts going gaga over little miss hard to get, swooning her with a bouquet of flowers while girls gush about a dinner date for two. Love songs blasting on the radio. A chockful of romantic comedies on HBO. Awwww...
I'll give it 3 days. The fog will rise. The magic fades: Lil ol princy turns back into a frog. Your coach turns back into a pumpkin. And you little duckie, will be back in your tattered rags and into the dark, smelly cellar you call "reality".
Face it. It's only just one of those days when he's nice to you. And the worst part? You have made the capitalists even richer.