another year brings me no flowers, no box of chocolates, no reservations at a romantic restaurant. just another night with my *G* BF, keeks. we'll go see step up 2 the streets (what a stupid title) and then a rose-mantic dinner at...denny's? mel's? chevy's? definitely somewhere with a possessive apostrophe in the name. over dinner we'll discuss what things will be like when we finally make it, hollywood style, how *dice* we are, why everyone else sucks. during the movie, we'll make witty, sarcastic comments, comment on dance moves, and wish that the 14 year old "urban" kids next to us would shut up. the world is our single person's oyster.
but, i couldn't help but wonder, what would valentine's be like to spend with a heterosexual male? it's sadly never been an option in my life. yes, dear reader(s), MsMonis is unlucky in love. but what single, neurotic girl in the city isn't...are you with me?
does it really matter that i don't have a valentine? i mean they don't even know if st. valentine was one actual person or many? so, who gives a crap he/they has a day. they can be facist anarchists and it still wouldn't change the fact that i don't have a date. my singularity (if you will) has long ago comforted me to the fact that it's just another day, no matter what hallmark tries to tell me. i've come to realize that it's the other holidays/special days, where it matters. and it's not about having a BF. it's about being around the people you really truly <3, and who really truly <3 you. sure, it'd be awesome to have someone to make-out with tomorrow. but it could never beat the love i feel when i sit down with my family to have thanksgiving dinner. or the joy i feel sitting in a theater, watching a shitty b-movie with my main *G*.
who knows. maybe someday, the person i make-out with can squeeze into the seat next to mine.
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