Normally around this time of year, I settle down with a nice glass of wine, a fragile ego, and a large dose of sarcasm to write something somewhat bitter about being single for Valentines Day. Insert comments about the commercialism, the silly teddy bears and roses and cards with sparkles, the acronym Singles Awareness Day (SAD), how I’m fine being single, how I will wear black and drink champagne with my girlfriends and eat away the lonely, preferably in the form of chocolate, etc. etc. One year me and my girlfriends wrote down a list of every boy who ever broke our hearts and cursed their existence.There have been Sex in the City marathons. There have been crazy nights out on the town, dancing til the wee hours of the morning, ended with our stilettos in our hands and spending 45 dollars on food at Taco Bell for three girls. But this year, I’ve decided to be different from the different. I’m going to be excited about love. Even if I’m not in it, its fun to think about. I’m all for Valentine’s Day this year. I’m going to dress in something wicked cute, curl up my hair, spray on some sexy perfume, go to Safeway, grab a bottle of wine and…chocolate and honey and oysters and figs, and shamelessly flirt with my man angel cashier I’ve got a mad crush on. I will watch my favorite romantic films, eat my weight in conversation hearts, send cards and seal them with a hot pink lipstick kiss. I’m going to love every silly generic Valentine’s Day card I get from my students. I’m going to hang out with single girlfriends, and not be bitter about friends who have boyfriends or husbands, not be bitter about all the nauseating—I mean, adorable photos that the couples upload onto Facebook. Tonight its my girlfriends, cocktails, tacos, candy. And for our movie choice, When Harry Met Sally, perpetuating the myth that your best friend who’s always been right under your nose is really your soulmate, and that lower that average looking guys can land hot women if they tell the right jokes. Which is true for me. Make me laugh and you can have me. Hear me, Brian Wilson? I’m waiting for you…
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February 13, 2011 at 2:03 pm
your momma loves you!