Ah yes, Valentine's Day is upon us. I had no idea that it was coming since every other commercial isn't a "every kiss begins with Kay's" or some diamond special being run at Zales.
I also had no idea because everything in stores is Red or in the shape of a heart. Even my beloved 'treat truck' is a betrayer and has shaped all their sugar cookies into hearts and used red food coloring for the frosting on their cupcakes!
I have my issues with this holiday because for some reason, on this day of the year, people feel that it is their opportunity to show others, mainly their significant others, how much they care by going out for over priced meals, getting or giving chocolates, buying "small thoughtful gifts" and spending a ridiculous amount on the 'flower of love' otherwise called, red roses.
When I was younger I did enjoy the holiday because it was so fun giving out valentines and even more fun getting them, especially when there was chocolate or candies involved. Now that I am in my 'adult age,' I mainly now stick to dressing in all black (sorry for not being mushy gushy and wearing pink or red) and find other single partner or partners in crime to get black out drunk with(not really but imbibing is usually on the agenda). Although I talk rather pessimisticly, I am not a complete "hater of the holiday" since I have observed the holiday three times in my adult lifetime because only three times did I happen to have a boyfriend when the holiday passed.
The first year I was "in a relationship" was my senior year in high school. I was dating THE guy who was captain of everything and after many previous years of 'awkwardness' came into his own and was rather attractive. With his attractiveness came an ego that was out of control and a feeling of self-righteousness. He thought he was soooooo romantic for giving just one rose instead of a dozen because it was 'more special' or as I like to call it "super cheapass." On Valentine's Day we went to dinner with a few other couples to this ghetto beyond ghetto Italian place. He continued his "charm" by, gasp, buying dinner! Oh yes, it was one for the record books on the romance scale of 1 through 10.
The next time V-Day was of some sort of significance, I happened to be dating a guy who was more sensitive than I am at the height of PMS. This guy put the sap into 'SAP.' As well intentioned as he was, he was one of those guys that just tried too hard and premeditated EVERYTHING in order to be 'romantic' but most of the time it was borderline nauseating. Since the 'holiday of romance' happened to fall during the time of his 'courting' I was fortunate enough not to be completely 'wooed' but days after the holiday when my beautiful bouquet of yellow roses began to wilt, he made a comment, 'those are looking a little sad, we'll have to replace those,' under his breath but loud enough for me to hear. The next day I had a fresh bouquet left on my dorm room bed. As romantic as that may be for some people it was mushier than baby food.
Next man to be thrown under my anti-cupid bus happens to be the one guy I truly feel I 'fell' for. He gave me not a dozen roses but eight, the number of months we had been dating. That was kind of mushy but I totally ate it up like any other fool in love would. To really throw me into orbit, he hand-made chocolate covered strawberries with Ghiradelli chocolate and served them with a nice bottle of champagne. I melted. I am admitting to a moment of complete mush and vulnerability. Before I throw up all of the girl scout cookies I've consumed tonight, I must move on.
This year, I happen to be excited for the holiday, not because I have a significant other but I DO have someone special, we shall lovingly refer to her as 'Spaz.' Spaz and I have known each other since we were in elementary school and officially became great friends in seventh grade. Spaz and I have seen each other through thick and thin, know pretty much EVERYTHING about one another and most importantly have ridiculous fun together. So this Valentine's Day, since we are both fabulously single, she has agreed to make the trek down to NYC for some ridiculous funness. I am beyond excited for her arrival for pure debauchery. Instead of staying in and moping over not having a date, we shall go out and meddle with all the 'men at prey.' I refer to them as 'men at prey' because I am not naive. Any single man knows that THE day they are almost guaranteed to get laid is Valentine's Day. Sadly, some single girls will go out in hopes of finding love on Valentine's Day but what they will end up with the next morning is an STD and another number in their 'one night stand list.'
So this Saturday, I wish you all a lovely day/evening of looooooove while I enjoy a day with one of my bestest of friends and a night of punking all the D-bags in NYC. Happy Valentine's Day my luuvers!
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