Because this month has Valentine’s Day in it, I’ve decided to make a series of posts about lost love, guys I’ve had crushes on, or things I’ve been dying to tell men that I really liked. Sadly, I have plenty of these. Lets add failed and lost love in there. Might as well, right? I have plenty of stories to tell there (sigh).
Believe it or not, Valentine’s Day is the only day of the year that I couldn’t care less about being single. In fact, I’d rather be single at this time of the year. It’s just more fun that way. I like that I feel no obligation to please anyone that day but myself. If I feel like dressing up (and I do most times), then I do it. If I feel like bumming it out in sweats and the like, then it’s just what it is. It might not be a Christian holiday, but I like the idea of it and think it’s cute. So I recognize it. I used to actively hate Valentine’s Day, but now I embrace it. I even sort of like it.
Usually, my mom, sister and I (all of us single ladies) will go out for ice cream or dinner that day (or the days surrounding it). Mom started doing this so we didn’t have to feel bad about being single. It’s something that I’ve come to look forward to. After I went to cooking school, there were a few Valentine’s Days where I would scrape up my bit of cash and cook something special… then we’d go out for ice cream. I don’t know what we’ll do for Valentine’s Day or what I’ll cook, but I can always know for certain that no matter what my family and I decide to do, the one thing that is certain is that we’ll all be together. That’s what matters, right?
So coming back to the point… look out for the love notes never sent. Hope you enjoy them.