Today is the 14th February, Valentine's Day. Or as I prefer to call it, Tuesday. Honestly, how has it become so big?
It is amazing how this day has sucked in, and continues to suck in, couples who think they have to spend money on one day to prove their love for each other. I always think that if you love someone that much, you can tell them any day of the year. I would like to think it means more when she isn't expecting it. I shouldn't have to be told to by the card companies and retailers who, lets face it, are desperate to make some money in that awkward time of the year between Christmas and Easter. They say it is the most romantic day of the year. Nonsense, if anything it is the least.
You may think that this blog - some may want to call it a rant - screams of jealousy on my part due to the fact that I am single, but far from it. I don't think so anyway. Those that know me know that my relationship history isn't the greatest, in fact the last time I had a girlfriend on the 14th February was four years ago - don't ask how that went - and even then I was uncomfortable at the idea of having to splash out on a gift, a meal and a bottle of Pinot Grigio. I would like to think I had enough about me to be able to do that any time of the year, although maybe my discomfort at having to spend some money was the reason she finished with me, haha.
Nothing against those couples who are spending tonight in each other's company, but don't rub it in to the grumpy old singletons amongst us. Besides, I have got plans of my own tonight, I have gone and booked a table at my favourite venue. Now, where did I leave my Snooker cue?
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