In which the holiday is just plain bugging me.

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I’ve rarely been single on Valentine’s Day.

In the past, I’ve approached the day with either a studied indifference or a banked hope that I might get a little something nice… I’ve rarely had the sense to date guys who were willing to celebrate with chocolates or flowers or dressing up for a nice meal out.

Today, however, I’m irked. I’m single, so I won’t be getting any flowers, and that’s fine. What I’m irked about is all the other VDs — when I wasn’t single — when I didn’t get anything. Is one’s very masculinity at stake if he pulls into the grocery to buy a fucking daisy or three? And is he intrinsically weakened if he agrees to fucking be nice on cue?

I mean, YES, it’s a Hallmark holiday. SO WHAT! The point of it is to be nice to the person you feel romantic love toward. The sentiment itself lacks any flaws, so just suck it up fer chrissakes. (That’s my advice to any of you currently in relationships who consider yourselves anti-VD: just fucking suck it up and take ten minutes out of your day to buy your sweetie something dorky. S/he’ll love it, and it might keep him/her from dropping your grumpy ass like it’s hot. Trust me, it won’t hurt you.)

My roommates are going to the Mount Hamill tavern for chicken tonight.

And here’s the word on Google’s VD logo for today.

In other news, this post makes me realize that I’m actually much happier with my living circumstances than I’d taken the time to realize. I may be too poor to self-medicate on VD, but at least I’m not hauling wood or driving three miles on ice.

 

3 Responses to Happy VD to you, though.

  1. dharma says:

    I have been single, miserably partnered, and happily partnered depending on the year in question. I am of mixed feeling about whether it is a good thing to celebrate the occasion. Sure it’s a nice excuse for something special but the something special out of the blue, not because of a date on the calender {swoon}. Ya know? Iffen I had the spare cash, I’d be sending you flowers just because. Oh and if I had your address. LOL

    Aww! *smooch* -m

  2. Cootera says:

    I detest VD, and not JUST because I’m a bitter old bitch who is washed up on the shores of spent passion amidst the used condoms and broken dreams. Nope, I hates it as much as I hates Mother’s Day. Fucking Hallmark. In my book, MD is her BIRTHday. (Although I used to love getting the cards and flowers and stuff…)

    Thanks for the text, sweetie. I was out gettin’ drunk with one of my girlfriends, who (oddly) has a boyfriend… I guess they pay no never mind to VD as well. Hugs to you!

    And what’s so special ’bout the chicken in Mt. Hamill? That’s down by my childhood stomping ground and I’ve never heard of it.

    The chicken makes grown men cry. It’s so good people willingly drive an hour to eat there. Their t-shirts say, “To get a better piece of chicken, you gotta be a rooster.” -m

  3. shenry says:

    The way I figure it, single people hate VD and seasoned couples hate VD. The only people who dig on it are the small portion of the population who are in the first four months of their relationship. Fuck them; their gooey bullshit is disgusting.

    LOL. -m