It’s Valentine’s Day! The one day out of the year that’s filled with red and pink shit, chocolate galore and those annoying couples who go to the EXTREME to show their undying love for each other. Then you have those hilarious memes that shade everyone on Valentine’s Day, which by the way I live for!
I’m 24 and I have NEVER had a valentine. Crazy right? No, elementary school doesn’t count. Let’s face it we had to bring enough cards and candy hearts for everyone in class so no one felt left out.
Most people don’t know I have never had a valentine. They are surprised to learn I’ve never had a real relationship or at least what I consider a real relationship. You would think I would be used to being alone or being solo, but nah, I still allow this one day, February 14th, Valentine’s Day, Love Day…blah blah blah to get me all worked up and in my feelings.
My thoughts about Valentine’s Day are, it’s corny AF and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m single and low-key hating or if it’s really just corny. It’s like we spend weeks trying to figure out little cute ideas and fun outings for that special person. You flaunt your bae all over social media for the world to see and hope at least one person is envious of your endeavors. Soon later the day is over and sanity returns. Was it even worth the effort?
But then I sit and think to myself well damn, I want flowers, I want to be all over somebodies social media with them telling the world about me. I hate Valentine’s Day because it reminds me of just how single I am. Just how non-existent the chances are that I’ll find a man that actually genuinely wants me. The reality is it’s slim to none. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Truth is… I secretly love Valentine’s Day! Why? It gives me this sense of self-love that I need to have for myself. At the end of the day, if I don’t have love for myself, who the hell will?
I’ve always coped on this day, yes coped. Past Valentine Days have been spent with my other single friends. We spend the day sitting around bashing relationships and declaring how better off we are without them. So this year I want to take a different approach, I want to be alone. I want to do for myself, which I would want my man to do for me. I’m going to treat myself to breakfast before work. I’m going to order myself flowers and chocolate covered strawberries. I’m going to buy that big ass teddy bear (Only because the child in me has always wanted one.) Then, after I get off from work, I’m getting dolled up and sitting at the bar of Ocean Prime, red wine in hand, waiting for my date…a bomb-ass steak, that I oh so deserve!
Yes, I’ll admit it; I’m secretly in love with Valentine’s Day. Instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself and wondering what the hell is wrong with me, because I don’t have a man, I’m just gonna treat myself to a day of love because I’m the shit and I’m Beautiful AF…