So at this time in my life, I dread the hype surrounding Valentines Day. And, to be completely truthful, this is only because, when I see the cards and the roses, and all things pink or red, it forces me to evaluate the reasons why I'm spending another Val Day as a single woman. Is it because all the guys at this uni are boy-men, or is it me? For the sake of my ego, I'm gonna say its the fault of the male species, but if I'm gonna be completely honest, it can't entirely be their fault.
When my mama asked me my plans for Val Day, I didn't hesitate to tell her I was spending it with the girls, eating lots of bad food and watching man-hating films (a la Kill Bill). It was only whilst I was eating my tub of Ben & Jerrys that I realised how absolutely sad and pathetic these plans were - not that I was gonna throw my ice cream away and move away from the bed.
I'm not about to become some desperate girl clinging to any man that glances my way, but seriously, Mr Right, if you're out there, could you make yourself known please? I don't even want to be bitter, but when your friend is getting a new Laptop from her boyfriend for Valentines Day, your hands are tied and you start tasting the lemons.
That's my share of crying DONE!