Monday, 14 February 2011

valentines schmalentines: on this fine day, my true love gave to me...

I've never been a massive fan of V-day.

Well, not since age 6.

In my second year of big school,
I remember the excruciating embarrassment
when Henry Harris sent me a card in which he had written,
in his best HB pencil,
'I hope you have a nice day.'

I think I held it together there and then,
but when I got home I wailed and wailed.

He was about a foot shorter than me.

I knew I did not want to marry him.

Then I grew up and realised
you do not have to marry every Valentine,
thank God;
but for all I know,
Henry Harris might have been my best bet.

Why is it that the very few men I've really loved
have been pretty rubbish at Valentine's Day
and the ones that were never going to be Mr Right,
played it right?

Even at age 6.

Now everyone complains that Valentine's Day
has become so commercial.

I think maybe that's a little bit about making oneself
feel better -
an excuse when actually you're pretty disappointed
with all that things he didn't get you!
And the supermarket roses or over-priced meal you perhaps did!

Here's my Valentine's wishlist full of things
that I'm not going to receive from anyone
this year:

And here's what I'm going to do about it.

Get myself this:



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