What is wrong with me? I have a Valentine today, and a wonderful one at that. He washed my car, bought me tulips and has been extremely appreciative and supportive all day long.
Yet, today, of all days, I am reminiscing over my single days, and in particular, my single Valentines Days. The ones where my other unattached girlfriends and I would all band together and commiserate over our situations. We'd probably enjoy good food, red wine, chocolate and a quality chick flick. We might even wear black, but the mood wasn't dark.
Of coure, we all wished we had been whisked away to a candlelit dinner somewhere romantic with someone very special. But there's a sort of tradition and fun in flouting Hallmark's mandate in a way, although I guess by virtue of the fact that we all banded together on that day, we weren't exactly ignoring the commemoration.
I realize that things always look a little better in hindsight and maybe I'm making these Valentines Days out to be a little rosier than they actually were. Probably.
So I guess it's a good thing I'm being whisked away to a candlelit dinner in 30 minutes. If I can't commiserate over my singleness anymore, I might as well as well make the most of the mandate!
