Tomorrow is Valentines Day.
I’m single. Again. Go me.
This is the seventh year in a row, but no need to applaud me for it. I’m barely a
I actually always loved the holiday. It ranks right up there with Christmas for me, and I never understood people who rant on about how awful it is, or how stubborn they plan to be with their money (and egos).
I like spending extra money to make my girl know she’s worth it. I like coming up with special gifts, and poems, and cards, and ideas, and dining adventures in the name of love-splurging. Why would I honestly care if companies make more money from me? Spending on Valentines Day is not about the companies, and it’s not about me. It’s about the person I love.
Sigh. I don’t know why I’m single. Again.
I know 419 reasons I’m single. Again. Ha.
But in all honesty, I don’t know why I’m single. I’ve had plenty of relationships, but for some reason none of them (for whatever reason) spanned over into Valentines Day. And I actually wish I had someone to spend tomorrow with.
I wish a little alarm had gone off in my phone a month ago, reminding me to make a reservation to go pay three times the normal amount for dinner tomorrow. I wish I could wake up in the morning and go somewhere to pick-out the best, most ridiculously-priced long stem roses I can get my hands on. I wish I could hire an impromptu overpriced rickshaw to take us around the city once our gullets were full. I wish I could bring the woman I love home from our extravagant date, and have a box of outrageously overpriced chocolates waiting on the bed for her. I wish all that because…
Then I’d definitely get laid the best kind of lay! Obviously.
And we’d both be pumped up, more connected, and ready to take on the rest of the year together, no matter what comes!
And I’d know that she knew she was special enough for me to just, I don’t know… not… give a flying leap that someone was making money off of our love.
Love is so hard to find, for some people at least. It’s so hard to keep, for most people.
If there is a holiday laid out to celebrate love, and you’re fortunate enough to have love in your life, go and just friggin’ gobble that up. Jump on the opportunity. Say eff-you to all the people saying eff-you to the holiday. Celebrate that you have a relationship when so many people struggle with that part of life.
If you don’t, next year you just might be in my shoes… perusing Tinder the day before Valentines, avoiding the creepiness and awkwardness of asking strangers out so close to the big day of love. Be honest with yourself, and admit that doesn’t sound fun.
Also admit that it’s okay to celebrate love. And I’m so hoping you all do. To the max.
Don’t forget the “getting laid the best kind of lay” at the end, either. Just make sure you think of me when you do.
Dan Pearce | The Single Dad Laughing Blog