Valentine's Day hostility

Take your candlelit dinner and shove it!

I have this habit of not committing. Some would call it a phobia. Others would go out on a cheeky limb and call it my fear of getting close.  I call it ‘Hey back the f*@% off, I’m just not ready to go diving head first into anything, and GOD I love my freedom!’

This ‘single and mingle’ status means I get lots of loved up feelings from a handful of ‘We’re just friends’ or ‘We’re just seeing each other’ non-lovers. Translation: we really like each other, we have a good shag, and besides that we’re kinda just confused and going with the flow! I get sex here and there (committed missionary boredom, I think not!) and cuddles on the sofa with a good DVD sometimes, but I am also free to tear up the dance floor and bring back a one night wonder. There are times when I wish I had that reliable shoulder to lean on, or times I wish that after a long hard day there’d be open arms to run into rather than my flatmate’s smelly feet. But, for the most part, I’m happy out.

Then Valentine’s Day comes around, and my too cool for coupledom ego takes a self inflicted beating!  I find myself getting pissed off and disgusted with the sight of all those boxes of chocolates everywhere. I find myself thinking - fucking Valentine’s Day, what a consumer-driven joke to get us to drop cash on overpriced roses and teddy bears that no sensible adult should really own. Take your candlelit dinner and shove it!

Hmm…………I guess part of my hostility towards cupid comes from the part of me that is ready for a more serious relationship. That part of me that totally wants to give it a shot with someone special. That part of me that absolutely yearns to be wrapped up in some sexy thang’s arms, eating my box of chocolates with roses and candlelight on the table.

But until that special someone dashes into my life, wahey for the single life!!! I haven’t a clue what I’ll do with myself this V Day, but you can bet your overpriced set menu for two that it will involve the company of people I love to bits, even if it’s just me (and my smelly but oh so loveable) flatmate.

By: yodajoda

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