Oh! Happy Valentine’s Day, folks.

I hope that everybody’s doing something special for the people in their lives.  Well. The ones for whom you have reciprocally romantic feelings, that is.  And I’m sorry if this is a bitter subject for anyone, of course.

Yeah.  Yeah, this is why I don’t do Valentine’s Day posts, huh? Hidden minefields, my friends.  Minefields.

11 thoughts on “Oh! Happy Valentine’s Day, folks.”

  1. Spent the day helping the S-I-L move.
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    Mrs. Cat says this counts for more than roses, who am I to argue?
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    Mew

      1. Bacon ALWAYS counts, and anyone who says otherwise may need to have their status in your life reevaluated.

    2. I wish I had gotten out of it that easily.
      I’d happily move several tons of boxes rather than deal with the frustration of trying to meet rom-com fueled expectations.

      1. Ah. Yeah, that one.
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        About the only way around it is to open up honest dialogue about the *cost* of those rom-com antics .
        Not trying to tell you how to run your life, but ..”Would Mrs. Luke prefer the dozen long-stem roses at $50 plus delivery, or would she prefer not eating ramen the rest of the week?” ..
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        Mew

        1. That and a dialogue about “idealized fantasies as entertainment” flowing both ways. Watch that conversation turn weird real fast….

  2. Myself and my girlfriend are finally getting around to doing our Christmas gift exchange. (We spend Christmas with her parents out of state.)

  3. Bitter? Nah.

    Single? Yes I am. I’ll be fifty in under two weeks and I am set with my round.

    Things never worked the way I wanted them to work; some of those things. Other things finally worked the way I needed them to work (and that took a heck of a long time.)

    And here I am, and I look over my shoulder, at the juxtaposition of so many things, and I think “There is no way I could have planned this.” And then I think, “Maybe this is the way it is to be for right now.” And then I get more relaxed than I ever was 25 years ago.

    1. I’m single, and 40mumble. And I could probably not be single with some amount of work [maybe enormous amounts of work, hard to know]. But it’s not really clear at this point that it would be worth it.

  4. Oh, this was a thing?
    My sensible coupled friends went out at other, less crowded times of the week, as they regularly do without needing an excuse. The weekend was left for our usual shenanigans.
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    As a bachelor, I do not require pity or bitterness(which is a sin); merely friends who know how to budget their time.

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