Valentine’s Day
So, today was the day of Red and Pink and Flowers and Hearts and Sparkly Things and Soft Things and Couples Dressed Up and…
Blahblahblah.
I joked with all the men we helped today – each one carrying flowers bought last minute as they belatedly remembered what day it was and scrambled – “Oh,” I’d say, “You bought me flowers! How sweet!” and they’d laugh and shake their head, and wander off.
Not a one actually gave me flowers though. Not one.
One guy, just as I was leaving, buying the dog food, and some new earrings for myself, and a diet coke to drink on the way home – I said it to him, and he laughed and agreed he was sweet. I did not get flowers from him either, but as I was joking with the checker that I’d been trying all day and gotten no where, he made a point to come back and touch my arm, and wish me a “Happy Valentine’s Day, anyway, hon.”
Dawwww. 🙂
I joke around a lot – the girls complain when they don’t get enough action, and I just smirk and give them “Two words: Five YEARS.” And they always say the same thing (or variations of it): Take Care Of Yourself! Alas, they are young – and miss the point.
It’s not the lack of sex, not really at all – its the fact that having a partner every once in a while would be nice. Having someone stop and say “Hey, you look nice” would be fantastic. Having someone think hey – that girl, that girl right there? She’s worth taking out for a bite to eat, and some conversation. She’d be fun to hang with. She’d be awesome to buy a flower for, just because, or even for Valentines day.
It’d be nice to be that girl.
It’d just be nice to be noticed.
Even if I can take care of myself – it doesn’t mean I always want too.
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loving you – not the same, I know . . . but loving you anyway.