It is customary belief that valentines day is every singletons nightmare, every romantic single person that is. The constant roses, chocolates, red heart covered boxers and gimmickry teddy bears leave little for the imagination and even less in the consumer pocket. But this is not to say that I (along with many other women I'm sure) would disregard any of the above and dismiss any materialistic goods to replace the three word sentence that the alpha male cannot utter.
I will admit that the urge to buy a valentines card is there, but who would I send it to? I'm not dating anyone at the moment so I couldn't give them the card and I can't buy one for myself because that's just stupid. I could send one to the guy I was dating this time last year (he gave me a card and I didn't get him one. Let's not talk about the guilt there!) or I could send one to all the girls (aka ex uni housemates)but half of them have boyfriends and that's just plain odd. I guess I could always make up a name/ address, post it and who knows, maybe fate will kick in and that man will turn out to be my future husband!
Last year I abandoned my datee and brought the uni girls to mine for a valentines day meal. It was lovely and although I had gone against the norm, it was a nice way to spend a day that was 100% ruled by Clintons.
This year the plan for February the 14th is still yet to be finalised, but the chances of it being spent wrapped up in the arms of a handsome young man are very slim.
It's a bit of a shame and I was kind of hoping that by 22 I would have been more successful in the valentines day bagging department, but apparently not. I guess that must have been the optimism talking!
So as I turn in for the night and countdown the days I breath a slight sigh of relief, at least its not microwave meals for one just yet.
P.s I hate being a romantic!
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