I hate Valentine’s Day. Of course, I’m biased. In my nearly 27 years on this planet, I have gotten to spend 2 Valentine’s Days with a “significant other.” The last one was 3 years ago. Not that I am complaining that my checkbook hasn’t bounced due to outrageous V-Day spending, just that I would enjoy the company of somebody I am in love with (or dating).
I could deal with the gooey love crap, which is called V-Day, if I too was a part of cupid’s domain. But I’m just not that lucky.
Oh well. Better luck next year. Hey, at least I still have a month before Steak and BJ Day (which really translates to “One more month until your quasi-holiday fantasies go unfulfilled again”).
As a side note, congrats to all you happy couples out there. Yes, all 3 of you who read this blog.