On the surface, I am completely against commercialized holidays like Valentine's. It seems like the day after Xmas the stores had already stocked their shelves with heart shaped boxes and life sized teddy bears. I even saw some life sized monkeys- which is a completely appropriate gift from some of the men I know. It will remind their women of them every time they look at that ugly display of stuffed animal. Anyway, yes. It's cheesy and a totally fabricated holiday. Hallmark makes a fortune and flower companies are safe from bankruptcy for another year. At least it's good for the economy- I guess.
When I am in a relationship it stresses me out. I figure shopping for women on Valentine's is easy. Throw some chocolate and jewelry at us and you've got yourself a month's worth of bitch-free days. But for men, what do you get a man on a day like this?
The good news is I don't have to worry about it. I don't have a man. And this fact was made crystally clear tonight when I checked my online dating account. I finally got the guts up to cyber-approach a guy. I sent him my set of questions and was looking forward to reading his answers. I figured that he would for sure have answered by tonight. And boy did he. I logged on and saw that not only had he not answered my questions, but he had closed any chance of further communication from me. Even if I wanted to I couldn't send him a message. This is so boodgie. I mean damn that's cold. The one time I approach a guy I get bitch slapped like a mug.
So here I am once again feeling sorry for myself. What could be so horrible about me? I know I know. It's just some guy on the internet and he doesn't know me. But to instigate some communication and get flat out rejected is a definite heart breaker.
Like I've said before, singledom mostly sucks on holidays. It's when my senses are at maximum height and my awareness of couplehood bliss is strong. Everywhere I look I see couples. Holding hands. Looking into each other's eyes. Laughing together at some inside joke. Yuck. It's tough to stomach when you don't have it.
So here is my question. Where the hell is Cupid? When I picture him, I see some fat hairy guy laying on a couch with a plate of food resting on his stomach. Or maybe something like this:
He most definitely is not doing his job. I mean, here I am- a total magnet for his arrow and he somehow keeps missing me. What the F? It's obvious I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands.
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