Valentines Day

Things weren't looking good.
Sure, there was a red, lace tablecloth on the table and some candles even, but the female:male ratio wasn't promising. We've heard that the proportion of females to males in the world is growing so we couldn't understand what had gone wrong at this party. The numbers were outrageous; 6 males: 1 female.
In the world of wild animals, that would mean an all out battle, a fight to the finish with the dominant male coming out on top and claiming the one female as his own. You, Rai, and your friends are not wild animals, though. In fact, you and your baby buddies hardly noticed that on this Valentines Day, at the fancy Cybelle's Pizzeria, only one of you was a girl. All you boys just grabbed at whoever was nearest you, boy or girl, held hands with whomever was willing and cuddled with the nearest warm body.
The one girl did notice, however. She did all she could to show off her pink dress with hearts on it and even flashed her matching pink panties a couple times. No reaction. "Just another one of us," all the boys thought, collectively.
And how can we forget your part, Rai, in this androgynous affair. You arrived flaunting those hot pink 'walking wings' that your grandparents picked up for you recently. The 'boy wearing pink' thing effectively wiped out the 'blue for boy' and 'pink for girl' conditioning all your playmates had gone through. A clean slate for gender roles and appearances. How San Francisco that is!