What the hell is wrong with these people?

I know, I know... I know exactly what day today is... And, honestly, hoping to have a little fun tonight without a boyfriend is a little naive... almost stupid.
But, again, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE???
The guy, the young and short one, sent me a message this morning. The message read: 'witam ;) what zzup?' and it's kinda like: 'greetings, what's up?' Who sends a message like that on Valentine's Day and expects no answer??? First I thought about not writing anything at all, but then I thought what the hell, I'm doing it. My message read: 'Hey! U alright? Great day to have a beer! Czesz :-)' I sent the message four hours ago and what would a normal person do? Reply saying: hey, let's meet at Officyna, for example. Or : I'm with friends at wherever, do you want to join us?
But nope...
Here everything is complicated. Their 'seduction game' is to send dumb text messages for, I don't know, 12 years and eventually get married. What the fuck, man!!!! It's unbeliveable...
And actually I don't even know if I remember his face or not, because it's been a week and he's obviously interested, but people are so uptight here, so hidden and strange that I couldn't see him again.
We went to Kitsch last night. I was having a good time but Junior and Patricia were complaining all the time of being tired and that they needed to go home and shit. We'd drunk a few beers and had rice and black beans a fried egg for dinner (classy! but delicious...) and before leaving the house we had a shot of tequila. Well, I TRIED to have a shot, but let's say that it was a little unsettling, so I kinda puked and by the time I got to Kitsch I was completely sober again. I decided to have my famous vodca and Red Bull. Wise decision... It kept me going until the time we left the place, about 3am. I had a couple of beers in between. I went home and did a bailinho until 5am, I really needed to dance.
So this morning, after three days of giving me nothing, he texts me. I'm still waiting for a response, which I'm sure won't come before Saturday.
Adri asks what the fuck he is doing in Paris. And then I ask: What the fuck is wrong with him?