Eff You Valentines Day

Valentines Day used to be one of my favorite holidays.  I don't even know why, since the idiot I've been with for the last 10 years never did shit anyway.  But at least I had a Valentine.

After the ending of a long relationship, the firsts are always the worst.

The first football season alone, the first Christmas alone, and of course the ever dreaded first Valentine's Day alone.

I used to be such a fan of cute, stuffed animals.

Now I find myself walking through Walgreen's and wanting to throat punch EVERY. SINGLE. TEDDY. BEAR.
All 500 of them.

I work in a male dominated field, so this week I get to sit and listen to what everyone is planning to do for and with their wife, girlfriend, and in some cases mistresses. (Don't get me started.)

That's the equivalent of some really bizarre medieval torture to me.  Bleh.

You cannot escape it either.  Its like the event horizon of a black hole.

Case in point:
Today I went to the grocery store.  The flowers were everywhere and for a second I thought I was in a greenhouse not a grocery store.  The highly oversaturated signage a nonstop reminder of a day I would much rather fast forward through.  The sweet smell was overpowering to the point I thought they should have barf buckets supplied at the end of the aisles.  Made me nauseous,

The funny thing is, I am dating someone.
Who lives 2000 miles away.
And probably isn't the Valentine's Day type.

Those are his only two flaws, I swear.  He's amazing.

He's not the type of guy who will ever fly 1/2 way across the country to surprise me*** or do a lot of those things we all see in the movies but rarely, if ever, see in real life.   Romantic men are like unicorns.  The sooner we all accept that, the less delusional we will all be.

And he has to work, anyway.

Not being able to be with the person you really kinda want to be with, makes it all that much worse.

So I will be spending Valentine's Day alone.
Punching teddy bears.

Don't judge me.



*** I stand corrected.  He WILL fly 1/2 way across the country to surprise me.  Or maybe for completely selfish reasons, but I can no longer make the blanket statement of never.

And he's still amazing.