It always makes me smile when someone is telling me a story of dramatic romantic entanglement, and I sort of make a face and they say, What? And I say, "Oh, I'm so old-fashioned. Hopelessly out-of-step, even. I could never be involved in that way with more than one person. I'd rather be alone than make a mess of someone's heart." Soon after, they inevitably say, shyly, Me too.
To the fellow who sent a c. 1912 Russian banknote by post today,
(I thought you'd like it -– nothing is quite as glamorous as a Romanov.)