February Already

It’s February first. Do you all know what that means? That means it’s almost Valentines Day. I HATE Valentines Day. I know, I know, I’m probably going to sound like a bitter single woman. Well, I AM! In the past I am usually very indifferent about it, but this year I seem to be more bitter than normal. I can’t stand seeing hearts everywhere and commercials with kissing bears and singing cards. It all stems from the fact that I NEVER have a good Valentines day. It always seems like I am single. One year a girlfriend and I went to dinner because her boyfriend was in England and I was single. She made it a point to let people know she had a man. Since he wasn’t in town she was out with her poor single friend. I had an ex in college that gave me flowers and candy one year. That was probably the first and last present I actually got from a romantic interest. A few years back I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers at my office. I was so surprised because it was my first year here in FLA. I hadn’t been dating anyone and didn’t know who would be so sweet. Yeah, it was my mom. She thought it would be nice to send something to her 2 daughters. Sweet and all, but not really what a girl wants on Valentines Day. Then there was last year. I was seeing this guy, W. He invited me to dinner. I was looking forward to it since I never do anything. For once, I was not bitter. We hadn’t been seeing each other too long, so I wasn’t expecting much. I was just happy to have plans. Well, work ended, and I head off to meet him at a nice restaurant he picked out. We were meeting there because we were coming from completely different areas and the restaurant was in the middle. I called him when I left work so he would know I was on my way. Well, about 10 more minutes pass and my phone rings. “I’m kind of tired and I feel rushed. Maybe we should do this another time.” WHAT? Seriously? You know I’m on my way! Do you know what day it is? So, guess who ate a bowl of microwave popcorn in bed watching some sappy lifetime movie? Yup, me. We kind of stopped seeing each other shortly after that. I’m not saying that Valentines Day was the reason, but it didn’t help his case any. And when the guys at work ask what ever happened to W, I just roll my eyes.