Valentines, Shmalentines

Valentines Day… you either love it or hate it.

This year is my year to hate it.

Growing up, Valentines Day had nothing to do with romance.  It meant chocolate from my parents and fun little V-Day cards from my classmates.  It meant pink and red construction paper and Little Debbie Valentines cakes.  It was sweet, and it was fun.

Once you surpass the age of 15, Valentines Day becomes less about candy and more about love and crushes from the opposite sex.  It’s either a success, or a day to wear black and announce that “Love sucks.”

My past three Valentines Days were spent with my ex-boyfriend with roses, expensive dinners and lovin’ for dessert.  I was one of the lucky few who got to enjoy Valentines Day because I had somebody to share it with.  Forget the fact that we fought every other day of the year and were completely wrong for each other; for that one day we had each other to celebrate, a day to remember the reasons why we loved each other.

Well my life has changed drastically since last Valentines Day, and this year he will be sharing our former day of celebration with someone else.  He will shower her with roses and a nice dinner.  I will take comfort in knowing that these presents come but one day a year and that she is now the one dealing with the cheapskate, unreliable boyfriend.  But that doesn’t change the fact that this Valentines Day, I will be alone.

The rest of the world will wine and dine at their favorite restaurants and dive into bed the minute they get home.  I will sit on the couch by myself and stuff my stomach to fill the void while all of my best friends snuggle with their significant others and receive sappy cards from the ones they love.

It’s just another day, I tell myself and all of the other single females out there dreading the forthcoming holiday of gloom.  Celebrate yourself, because that’s one of the most significant relationships you will ever have.  Send cards to your parents and your siblings and your grandparents.  Ignore the love section in Hallmark and change the channel when the Valentines jewelry store commercials come on TV.  Who knows?  Maybe it will be the last Valentines Day we spend alone for the rest of our lives.  Anything can happen in a year.

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