Cupid should know how to shoot himself so that he’d also realize how it’ll be like to be a valentine, experience Valentines and even have a valentine.
Then, we’ll be even. Soo… Are you girding for the battles come February 14 by —
Scoring a reservation in a restaurant, buying cards, flowers?
The grand scheme. Tout la Rage!
Getting ass-drunked, dinner with girlfriends, wearing black?
Six years of dreading what to do on the 14th, of what to buy, of what to wear, of which Eat-All-You-Can you’re going to binge in, just because the 14th happens to be your ex-anniversary has taken its toll on how I see Valentines – a deviation of what is actually a no pressure, no frills day. Couples always festoon restaurants like its their last date on Earth. I’m pretty sure the mean, mean [read: bitter] crowd could just have hissed, “You’ll still break up.. sometime,” or, “He’s cheating on you and He will see her after dinner.”
During pre-relationship delusion, Vday was the raison d’etre for restaurants. 2004. The Site Patio with then boyfriend, family and friends. The bill? On dad. 2005. We were at Leo’s in CDO when I bumped into La Familia. Naturally, mon peré just had to invite us to sit down – and pay for dinner. Those were the halcyon days where dinners and gifts were supplied gratis. Ahlavett! 2006. Dinner at *restaurant name withheld* while stage girlfriend, along with O, Angel, Anton, and Salve, was watching boyfriend sing onstage. What’s going to float my boat in 2007?
To validate, Valentines Day has always been love, love, love and looooove. Generous-all-consuming-unconditonal-remind-me-I am supposed-to-love love. Sappy one-liners, doe-eyed looks, seeing all red, isn’t that cute? Sigh. Even Hunhun has made me singing love songs now.
So don’t feel sorry just because you don’t have a date, a gift, a someone. Feel BITTER. (I’m sorry, I’m joking)
Love yourself. Get a spa. Shop. Eat. Drown in Red Horse. Call your mom. Ride on a Ferris wheel. Wear your favorite outfit. Paint your nails red. Order that prime rib. Watch Shortbus in full volume. Open friendster during shift with windows maximized. Scream when you’re having an orgasm. Anything. Do the things that you deprive yourself from doing.
In the meantime, let me enjoy Valentines without the pressure this year. Let Cupid bear all the brunt. [..or skely..*hint hint to anyone who feels like getting on a boat this Friday night.*]