February 13, 2002 - 9.09 pm
Well, I've done it.
I've become one of "those girls".
You know.
The ones who wear black on Valentines Day and glare at the happy couples of the world, or at least the beautiful people and sneer things about so-called "love".
No, I'm not actually going to wear black tomorrow and I'm going to do my very very best not to glare at happy couples or beautiful people, I'm going to go about my life as "normally" as possible. I've been coming up with all these ridiculous scenarios like A surprising me, (even though I think I would laugh in his face) or this English guy, (we'll call him EG)that I've been mildly flirting with calling out of the blue for a poetry reading,or my parents showing up to take me out for dinner, or this guy who told me I had a pretty smile while I was ushering for A Mid Summer Night's Dream somehow finding me and giving me flowers, or even just finding a bouquet on my doorstep from a secret admirer. Because L has B, (who will be cooking her dinner before she goes for a shift at a local battered women's shelter, could you puke?!) and my roommate, S's boyfriend is coming over to cook her dinner then screw her, and she says everything she's supposed to you know, like, "It's your apartment! You don't have to leave!" "No, it's no problem we have no alone time!" "No you won't be in the way!" But ha fucking ha. Everyone knows the truth. The single, unattractive roommate IS in the way on Valentine's Day. So I figure I'll head to my favorite coffee shop for a while. Do some homework, maybe write some. Be bohemian and all that. Because of all the roles in the world, third wheel sucks the most.
Valentine's Day shouldn't even EXIST. I know that Halmark says it's a day for expressing love blah blah blah but everyone knows that's bullshit. It's a day for all the (to borrow a phrase from Bridget Jones) Smug Datings to parade it and have lots of hot sex, for prime time TV to do some stupid show about how people can be happy on their own while surrounded by their dating/married friends, Charlie Brown's even got a Valentine's Special, you know. The Little Red Haired Girl won't give him a Valentine, but he'll have his friends. Which is all a good message. I love the life I have right now. There are so many golden, perfect moments. But Valentines Day is a damn conspiracy to wreak havoc on the poor Singletons of this world's self esteem.
The end. Done ranting.
Emily
