Go to hell Cupid
And I assure you the anti romance feeling was just as strong the year before. Valentine’s day is not for the un-coupled. It is the day that whispers into the heart of susceptible single women that regardless of how accomplished and intelligent and successful they are, their life is pointless because they don’t have a guy.
I miss those days. Sigh.
Once upon a time, I could comfort myself that I was flower/ chocolate/ teddy bear/ all-three-free only because I was too proud/independent/tasteful to be with just anybody. I was waiting for the right person…THE person. And when he’d show up, I too would be part of the Valentine’s festivities. I too would celebrate the spirit of luuurve…
Fuck Valentine’s day. It’s still all the same.
Except now I have to think of better, more creative excuses to salvage what is left of my rom-com fantasy: maybe S. is planning something big for my birthday (he asked me when it was yesterday…his memory was a bit vague about the day and month ) ; maybe he’s forgotten the date, he might still be thinking it’s the 12th; maybe he actually thinks I don’t like flowers/ chocolate/ teddybears/ all three- he might believe I was allergic. After all, I like Tarantino and football. It’s possible, no?
Khaer, life goes on. Without teddy bears hugging red hearts and chocolate boxes and jewellery boxes that sing…oh well. Next time I won’t do something stupid like go to the Forum on the 14th. I’m certain if I hadn’t seen all those skinny wisps of women walking about proudly with a bunch of roses in one hand and a box of candy and a boy toy on the other, I might still feel pretty good about myself. Next time I’ll just lock myself in my room, unplug the television and read the Gormenghast trilogy til the alarm clock tells me the 14th is through.
S. can sleep on the balcony. He deserves it.