You're expecting some sort of rant today, aren't you? Your little feindish hearts are all curled up with your computers, waiting for some dark, outlandish venom to come squirting across your screen, scratching that black, black itch inside your sad, lonely soul. Today of all days, I should be bemoaning my solohood.
"Bring it, Kate!" You shout and chant, dancing around your little Kate-altars in long robes and funny headdresses. "Make us laugh whilst we cry unto our beers!"
Sorry. Not today.
You see, this year, I have two valentines (yes, that's right, two), one of whom is married (gasp!) and the other of whom is underage (double gasp!). I'll be spending a cozy and snowy evening, dimly lit and romantic, with a bottle of wine, some sushi, and an episode or two of the Backyardigans. Yup, I'm going to Lisa's house to hang with her and Max. It may not be the sexiest Valentine's Day of ever, but I can't think of better people to spend it with.
Despite the fact that everyone close to me is in a relationship -- everyone, that is, except one friend (who has a profile posted on the same online dating site and averages about 165 emails to my one, which translates to about a 45 to one dating ratio), despite the fact that a guy I had (have?) a crush on is completely oblivious to it, despite the freezing rain that feels like flying shards of glass, despite the backlog of dishes in my sink, that I'll probably never get clean... despite all that, I'm still happy.
I'm my own valentine this year, and as sappy as it sounds, it works for me.
(I'm still available for post-valentine's events, though, so tell all your cute male friends. And could somebody please tell the guy I have a crush on??? Thanks!)
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