Oh my favourite day of the year has arrived! All the shops are full of red fluffy teddies, tacky cards and fake roses. In supermarkets twelve red roses cost forty pounds and heart shaped chocolate boxes are double the price they will be in a months time. All over the social networking sites I am bombarded with girls posting pictures of them waking up with balloons and flowers sitting on their beds. They post little comments about how great their boyfriends and girlfriends are and that they love them forever and always. I may be a little bit of an unloved grump but I know in a few months half of those people wont be together any more. Next valentines they’ll be with some other poor sod who will end up tossed onto the rubbish heap a few weeks later.
Perhaps I am frosty to the idea of Valentines day because I have seen nineteen now, and not once had someone to share it with (although I did receive a card from the dog I sponsor… YES!!). Next year I might have met my first boyfriend and I will post to you all a picture of my flowers or whatever the poor guy gives me. Or I might be in the same situation I am in now, grumpily avoiding Facebook.
I did have a date today though! You will all love hearing about this one as I got a lot of mouth action. I went to the dentist, yep, closest thing to a kiss was a rubber glove rooting through my mouth. Luckily for me that’s as far as it went, all good in the mouth. (phew)
That steers me nicely onto the topic of love. I’m nineteen, according to ‘My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding’ I am on the shelf because I am not married. During my prom when I was sixteen, two girls were engaged and another was pregnant. Now I am nineteen, neither of those who were engaged are married, and they are with different people. Two weeks ago a picture of a hand with a ring popped up onto my Facebook. Another girl is engaged. I don’t even know what it’s like to be in a relationship let alone engaged! I just think that in this day and age love isn’t what it used to be. There is no courtship, no gradual approach. People ask each other out by text, the idea of being proposed to by text or on face time makes me feel a little queasy. Why don’t people let it take it’s natural course rather than push it along. Maybe that is why I am still alone, I need to wear skirts that look like belts and take it whenever I can. Sorry, that’s not me. I will always watch those girls and laugh while I sit with my drink and know that all of the boys around me won’t be interested in the girl who respects herself.
Wow, definitely gone off on a tangent there. To end on a positive note, I do not care that I don’t have a boyfriend. The girls that have all the boys aren’t happy, the clue is in the ‘all the boys’ part. They never stick around and then she has to move on to the next one. I would rather wait for someone special.