Thursday, February 14, 2008

Don't let on that you know what he thinks you don't know but you know. You know?


It's not that I don't like Valentine's Day, really. If you want to set aside a day on the calendar when everyone is supposed to go on a date then be my guest. Most people will make the argument that it shouldn't take a special day for you to show someone you love them – and those people would be right – but there is one, so you might as well use it. You're not obligated to rampant commercialism of the thing. If you don't want to get someone a bright pink RAZR for Valentine's Day (and you shouldn't want to do that), then don't. But it's not that hard to buy someone dinner.

No, my problem is that if you have nothing to do on Valentine's Day then there is no surer sign of your single status. Granted I will always be torn between my desire for companionship and my equally strong need to just be left the fuck alone, but I think I could get by a little easier if there wasn't a specific day of the year that I feel like I'm walking around with a big "I'm Lonely" sign taped to my back (probably in American Typewriter font).

Also, it would really help me out if St. Valentine hadn't conspired with Old Man Winter this year to get the most painful effect of the day possible. Outside it is nothing but windy and frigid. It's almost like being back in Minneapolis, except people in Lincoln actually talk to you.

In about an hour I will be at work, and none of this will really matter much. In the meantime, though, it would be cool if somebody showed up with a mix CD for me. It's been a while since I've been on the business end of that sort of thing.

...Actually, I should mention that some random Coffee House patron did just give me some sort of organic chocolate-and-peanut-butter confection, and that this gesture did not go unnoticed.

And now I don't know why I'm writing this. Oh yeah, I was bored.