Thursday, February 4, 2010

My Beautiful Disaster (aka Valentines Day)

In the life of a single and dating female, no one single day holds more potential for disappointment and depression than Valentines Day.

Nothing says “I’m single and nobody loves me, no one wants to be with me, I must be hideously ugly and have the personality of a meal worm” like watching every female surrounding you at work receive cookie bouquets, balloons, chocolates, and mounds of flowers as delivery men breeze right on past you all day, while you sit there with your desk conspicuously empty of all tokens of affection and esteem. I have known women who hate this feeling so strongly that they have sent THEMSELVES flowers just to not appear so alone and rejected.



If you have the audacity to have dinner at any restaurant on that day, all around you are smiling couples holding hands across the tables, proposals being made, more flowers given, jewelry boxes being gasped over and “you shouldn’t have!” being exclaimed all around you while you sit there staring at your table for one and feeling completely out of the loop and rejected. (I strongly recommend locking yourself in the house all day and not leaving until the next morning if you are sensitive to these things)



Even if you have recently started seeing someone, you will likely find yourself dateless, flower bouquet-less and unacknowledged on Valentines Day, as grown men run like screaming little school girls at the thought of publicly acknowledging the unwritten and unsaid meanings behind being together on Valentines Day.


Of course, you may have the complete opposite phenomenon occur if you have recently met someone that you really don’t particularly like or feel an affinity for, whom has taken a very large shine to you. Then you can expect this type of man to seize the opportunity to bowl you over with an overabundance of tokens of his affection, hoping to “buy” your interest. Somehow receiving four dozen gigantic long-stemmed red roses, the largest box of Whitman’s chocolate ever sold and a stuffed teddy bear so huge it won’t fit in your car from a man you don’t like is just as bad as not receiving any! (I have to admit, the roses and chocolates did make me delete his continual and begging emails and voicemails with slightly less vigor)



Since Valentines falls on a Sunday this year, thereby minimizing the impact of the workplace scenario, all I really have to do is avoid all public settings. I figure if I sleep in really late, throw a few loads of laundry in to wash, turn off my cell phone, and avoid turning on the TV and go to bed early, I can pretend like the 14th was just like any other day in single-land. 

3 comments:

  1. I would, respectfully, like to point out that the majority of women that I know (friends and past dates), it is been more of a case of WOMAN not having chemistry for the man than the man having chemistry for woman. If women are alone and unacknowledged on Valentine's Day, it isn't because the 'running and screaming like schoolgirls' men. They have been the ones rejected at a time that they MIGHT have considered expressing affection.

    I would also like to, respectfully, point out that Valentine's Day is a day for lovers; thus shouldn't have to be only for men to demonstrate their affection for the women. The women can do the same back.

    Respectfully.

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  2. Or they might just be cheap bastards ;)

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  3. I, for one, can't wait til V Day. Can you feel the sarcasm dripping from my words?

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