Facebook friends who are in a relationship would never allow the rest of the world to forget Valentine’s Day.
How considerate of them.
My big nod to the holiday was to trade out the green shirt I’d planned to wear for a red one. Look at me all filled with the Valentine’s Spirit.
I guess what I’m trying to say, once you clear away all the sarcasm, is that I’m okay with being alone on Valentine’s Day.
Some years, this holiday bugs me. It’s just a blatant reminder that I’m single and nowhere close to being in a relationship, and that usually annoys me.
This year, though, I don’t care.
I got up early like I always do and went for a four mile run. That’s probably the only time my heart will beat faster than normal this Valentine’s Day.
If you look at the first photo in the post, you will see that I took my post-run selfie with the snowman on Janine’s front lawn. Sadly, that was the closest I came to any interaction until I got to work, where my coworkers are literally paid to talk to me.
Again, no skin off my nose.
I’ve spent the day blowing my nose, coughing, clearling my throat, sneezing, and trying to calculate how long it will be until the Angel of Death pushes Cupid out of the way and comes to claim my unloved heart.
I mean, that sort of behavior doesn’t exactly put one in the mood for romance, flowers, and chocolate.
Let me correct that previous statement. I’m always in the mood for chocolate, but I wasn’t longing for someone to give me Valentine’s chocolates.
Not that I would have turned them down, of course. Let’s make that perfectly clear. I might loathe the holiday, but I’m a big fan of its sweets.
One of my dear coworkers brought me a Swiss roll, which was very nice. I also stopped at the grocery store on the way home for some medicine, and made sure to pick up a half gallon of chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
If I’m going to be honest, I classify the ice cream as medicine. It’s definitely going to make me feel better, will reduce any fever I might have, and give my tummy a coating to fight off any germs that might be down there.
As for being sick, it doesn’t exactly attract members of the opposite sex.
I was chatting with an attractive coworker this morning, and as soon as she realized I was sick, she ran off.
At least I hope it was because I’m sick.
If it was for other reasons, I might have to add an extra scoop of ice cream to my bowl tonight to get over that one.
Sure, there have been fleeting thoughts of Rachel and Melissa dancing through my head at points today, but I didn’t let the black clouds roll in and have to hide under my desk to avoid the storm.
Look at this picture of me. I’m happy. Some might even say handsome. Perhaps there’s a chance I might find love yet. If I ever get over this cold.
I’ve got my germs to keep me company, ice cream in the freezer to put a smile on my face, and the day off tomorrow to relax and work on that book that’s ready to explode out of my head.
Sure, I’d love to have someone special snuggled up next to me on the couch right now, but I’m not depressed because I’m alone on Valentine’s Day, or on any other day.
Happy February 14th!