I just read a Bad Ass Review of this romantic and fun game, and now I want one of my very own. Feel free to buy me one, or buy me anything else for that matter, if you’re feeling generous. I imagine it feels something like touching the hotwire fence that keeps horses from escaping: a distinctly unpleasant feeling, though not a fatal one, despite what the tiniest Amazing Race contestant would have you believe.
How do you expect to find love on Valentine’s Day without a little pain? Isn’t it a small sacrifice to make for something so precious and elusive?