Longest faces

Like most people, I spent the V-day evening in a state of sweaty exhaustion followed by nakedness—at the gym.  And my goodness I have never seen so many sad people in one place before.  The gym is not usually a place of great happiness, but the faces there tonight were the longest faces I have seen in a long time.  I noticed two smiles the whole time I was there—first, there were two guys chatting in the hot tub next to mine, and one of them laughed a couple times.  And then second was a middle-aged woman who had just been given flowers by a middle-aged man on their way out of the club.  And that's it.  Not even the usually-eerily-cheery staff were smiling tonight.