Somehow, I always seem to meet guys after February and we break up before the next
Or, the ones I end up with don’t believe in Valentine’s Day.
So while other girls are getting gussied up to go out to dinner, expecting the obligatory hearts and flowers, I wait patiently for the day to end.
Why does that happen to me, a romantic?
It is just one day, I console myself.
But yesterday, I decided to do be honest with myself. Rather ignore it or pretend it doesn’t matter, I thought, I’d be proactive and face it heart on.
So today, I’m sending myself a hundred roses. I’m going to buy the biggest caramel heart I can find (No chocolate for me, I hate the stuff with a passion. Speaking of: what do guys buy a girl who doesn’t like chocolate?), and if I can still get a reservation, take myself out for the most heart soothing meal there is.
Oh, and I’ll wish myself a very Happy Valentine’s Day.
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