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I've shared my feelings about Valentine's Day before -- how it's great for those who are happily paired, but can be a little tough on those who are, not by choice, unattached.
You can even hear me holding forth on the subject on NPR's All Things Considered, if you care to (you'll need RealPlayer).
Not that I'm inspired to campaign against V-Day, commercial though it is -- I certainly don't feel that strongly about it. But it's one holiday that can foster certain the-haves-vs.-the-have-nots resentments, depending upon the state of one's love life.
I don't mind admitting that my own love life had been a bit stagnant prior to meeting recently a certain someone who will remain nameless -- so much so that I felt thoroughly revivified, romantically speaking, by the handful of evenings we spent together. Cute as a button, smart as a whip, nice as can be, this midwestern gal stirred me up but good.
Three lovely evenings we spent together, and tonight was to be our fourth. Except, on Saturday, she found someone she liked better, and on Sunday, she shared with me that unhappy news.
So now I was left with two tickets for an evening of music at a local club and a cute little vintage Valentine card I'd picked out, and no one to share them with.
She was willing, if I was, to stick to our plans -- with a slight adjustment in attitude and approach, of course -- and somehow I convinced myself that this was the way to go. I mean, my gut told me that I should really allow myself a little time to get over the disappointment and then, perhaps, renew our acquaintanceship, as friends this time.
But then, my gut had told me things were going swimmingly with us, too, and the weekend's events shot that theory right out of the water, so what the hell does my gut know?
So I decided to go against my gut. We're going to have a quick cheap bite and then go listen to music (she's not getting the card, though -- on that, I'm putting my foot down). I have no idea if I'll have fun or be miserable -- probably some combination of the two.
So happy Valentine's Day to all you smug, self-satisfied sons-of-bitc ... >ahem< ... all you lucky lovers who will be enjoying unconflicted, unfettered amore and all its sweet trimmings tonight. But do pause, at some juncture in your romantic reverie, to raise a toast to the rest of us, those upon whom Cupid has not seen fit to smile.
It's really the least you can do.
And, if I may be allowed to speak on behalf of my fellow unworthies, we promise to do the same for you, if and when the tables are turned.
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