This is not going to be one of those posts.
Where I glamorize my single status, and brag about how much money I’m saving not going out to a fancy dinner or buying lavish gifts for the woman in my life. Where I act as if I were the Scrooge of St. Valentine’s, and put up a macho front about how I don’t need it, and it doesn’t need me. Where I expend an extraneous count of words to describe how depressed I am because there’s nobody in my life in that way. Where I make bold statements and predictions that next year will not be spent alone.
No, this is a post where I say I brought in Varentines Day, as the clock passed midnight nursing bottle after bottle of booze in the company of good people, while feeling good about dressing nice for a night out. I laughed a ton, drank a little more than would be deemed necessary, and had a fun time. Nothing pessimistic about that.
But since I’m still a romantic at heart, I’ll get in the Varentines mood, and share this little story, a post I wrote a little while ago, but didn’t post it, because I was in the midst of switching to my WordPress.
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