No I'm not coming out of the closet. I'm not a lesbian (not that there's anything wrong with that!) I'm referring to the other L word. Yes, love. The often sought after, talked about, song singing, poem writing emotion. With Valentine's Day just around the corner I thought it appropriate to acknowledge it.
A few weeks ago when chatting with some girlfriends the "first love" topic was brought up. I casually commented that I have never been in love. This comment resulted in shocked and appalled looks from my friends. I didn't think this was news to them but (gasp!) apparently it was. Truthfully I thought I might've been at one point in my life and even felt like saying it. As George Costanza so eloquently puts it, everyone else gets to say it...why can't I? Not wanting to have that large matzah ball hanging out there I didn't say anything. I'm glad I didn't though because obviously it wasn't love.
This post is not to make you pity or feel sorry for me though. Depsite not yet having romantic love in my life I am truly blessed to be constantly surrounded by friends and family that I adore and for some reason, love me back. That's what I will always remember Valentine's Day for. Those days when you beautifully decorated a kleenex box with glitter and glue to be filled with Ninja Turtle or Barbie cards signed by all your best friends.
I'm not much of a romantic so Valentine's Day will never be a day I get excited for or choose to celebrate. Except this year. I'm choosing to raise my glass and toast to you this V-Day.
I make a toast to not being in love and celebrating with some wonderful friends.
Cheers to terrible choices I have made in the past and no longer having to date them.
Here's to not having to fake real sentiment with candy and cards. Here's to spending my hard earned cash on myself this year.
I toast to getting hit on by sad and desperate strangers in a dimly lit bar. That's where I'll be this coming Tuesday.
Who needs love when there's vodka.
Now there's a romantic gesture. But seriously, Sir, what do you think you're doing with that spoon? Put the spoon down.
I thought it was kind of odd that we have a romantic holiday named after a Catholic priest anyway.
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