Suffice it to say, I don't have a big Heart for the big V-Day at the present moment. I'm sans-hunk or any real prospects and the only male lovin' I'm getting right now is from Wiley. He is my dog, weighs approximately 13 pounds and is very hairy. He does, however, gaze at me like I'm a Goddess, squeal when I get home and snuggle up to me at night. There you go.
I would love to love Valentine's Day. I love celebrating Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas without a hunk. Hell, I love any beautiful day without a hunk. But this season just slays me. And it has been made into a Season, not just a Day. Diamonds, flowers, kisses, hands-on-the-ass.... for at least two to three weeks before the dreaded February 14th hits the calendar. It makes us single chicks feel a bit, well, let me just say it.... ENVIOUS and/or FOREVER HOPEFUL! And I would imagine it makes those chicky- mamas out there with a man in their lives feel one (or more) of the following:
1. Absolutely loved and cherished (we single women envy you)
2. Anxious because you don't know what the hell to expect (we single women fear you)
3. Bored because you just don't care (we single women don't want to be you)
4. A combination of one or more of the above (we single women don't know what to think)
On February 14th, I am going to pretend it's just another day and ignore the flower delivery trucks passing by my house - or maybe I'll egg them as they go by. That would be fun. But then as the work day ends, I'll get the warm-fuzzies (after a glass of wine, of course) and feel the desire to treat my household to a nice dinner and probably a goofy Valentine's Day treat. Dogs included. Maybe I'll even get one of those fancy balloons to liven up the joint a little. Because I do have hope, I have a boatload of love in my life right now and I will meet that hunk that makes my toes curl and adores me as much as Wiley does... I really do believe this. Even if I won't have any damned flowers delivered to my door on 2/14.
This is a Doing What I Know.
