Well, Happy Valentines. Or Singles Awareness Day. Or whatever. Although the origins of this celebration isn’t all that romantic, it has somehow been uncharacteristically Hallmarked today as a day for lovers. I don’t think much of it. I don’t love it or loathe it. It’s just another celebration. Like Groundhog Day or St. Patrick’s Day. I usually just spend it with my grandmother, mother or friends. Not this year though. I didn’t expect gifts or wishes. But I did receive them. I don’t know why I received gifts. I always get suspicious when people buy me things I don’t deserve. But there they were.
I felt a little numb knowing I was single again. For the 24th consecutive year in a row.
Me: “Am I going to have a Valentines Date?” God: “Not this year.” I tried not to be hurt when a friend said to me today, “Well, we all know why you’re still single.” Problem is, I don’t know why. I don’t have an answer for everyone who’s baffled why I’m so amazing (their words, not mine) and yet completely unattached to a good man. It’s just God’s timing.
But for today, I’m enjoying being single. Enjoying knowing that although I may not celebrate this over-commercialized Valentines Day religiously, I have people who have made all my 24 Valentines’ Day special in some way. How I spent Valentines’? Korean dinner with my boss and colleague. . He’s so handsome sometimes it’s disconcerting. And clumsy. Proved it when he spilled green tea all over me. Yay for the manager who gave me a free gift after seeing my clothes soaked in his green tea Thinking of: Taylor Swift feat. The Civil Wars Safe and Sound, losing a diva, buying a nice burka and Leighton Meester scaring the sh*t out of me in The Roomate.