It took me awhile to understand this postcard. At first, I thought it reflected the "He Loves Me/Loves Me Not" petal ripping game. With the addition of numbers and text, I realized that it went beyond my original thought into a commentary regarding the number of romantic parters of the sender. Furthermore, it expresses the exhaustion of dating and failed romances. I can certainly relate to the sentiment, but it also makes me sad. What's wrong with experimenting and dating around? Why do we have so much pressure to settle down and find "the one"--and can we feel complete and satisfied without a partner? This provides strong implications for patriarchy in romantic relationships.