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I Fucking Hate Valentine's Day
Actually, I despise all holidays. I’m like Ebeneezer Scrooge year-round. “Bah humbug,” every time I start seeing the fake roses and see aisle after aisle fill up with cheap chocolates and teddy bears.
It always seems like every year around the first of February, there’s always some girl that re-enters my life and gives me the same old, “I don't know what happened to us… how have you been” thing and likely because I’m prone to loneliness and melancholy I entertain the notion
But I know where this is going
Everything is cutsie until February 9–13th rolls around, and then the pressures on. That’s when I get more questions about “What are you doing this weekend?” and “Are you going to be seeing anybody this weekend?”. i guess I’m a jerk because I don't outright say, “I know you’re trying to get something out of me for Valentines Day, but I don’t celebrate holidays.”
Nah, that’s too simple.
I just let it linger on, I have nothing better to do. It’s usually some woman living in some far away place, some girl I was with in Michigan, or Georgia, or one of the Nigerian women I’ve dated online, or someone that “remembered my number” from Texas.
I don’t just want to be someone’s last resort because they’re not getting no loving because from March until the following January…
