Once again, it’s that time of year. The day where romantic couples can celebrate the love that they have for each other. And that celebration is reveled in reading mushy cards, chewing conversation hearts and chocolates and dining at an expensive restaurant.
Despite this holiday being based off of a priest named Saint Valentine, this is a greeting card day. A cash cow for Hallmark and one of their most profitable days, besides Christmas. If I am the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day, then bah humbug!
But this is not a day for a tirade, for I am not in any position to start dating. For all you single ladies, I still live with my parents and I work part-time at a pizza place. See how it doesn’t make any sense now? Two things need to happen before I start dating. I:
A. Need to secure a full-time job with lots of opportunities for advancement
B. Provide my own living arrangements, like my own apartment
I don’t know about you, but the last time I checked, living with your parents is not very classy at all. Especially not for a charming young woman who finds out the truth about the guy that she’s seeing. After one date, it would be over.
Muse: Would you be my Valentine?
That too. That’s another cliché thing about this commercialized holiday.
Muse: I know that it is, but would YOU be my Valentine? All I need is a “yes” or a “no”.
*sigh* Yes. I don’t know where you are going with this thing.
Muse: I do. I really want a date and there is no one that I can find who is suitable.
What?! ME date someone who is totally imaginary? Are you out of your mind?
Muse: For you, I am. Yes. Just think about it. It would be better to date someone imaginary than no one at all. After all, this day is quite lonely for those who can’t find dates….
You’re just trying to make me feel better.
Muse: That, and I have already shared my undying affection for you. Can we PLEASE go on a date? Maybe this will persuade you.
Wow. Okay. I’m convinced. Where to, Sadie Hawkins?
Muse: We could go to Genji’s. I love that place.
I do too, but it will be packed on a night like tonight. And if we’re going, we need to make reservations NOW.
Muse: Done! I already have them set up for 6:30.
If you’re my Valentine, I didn’t get you anything for Valentine’s Day. No card, roses or chocolates. Nothing.
Muse: That’s okay. You can buy them after dinner. I have my rose for you, but I still have to get the card. We can go in separate rooms to sign them.
Sounds like a plan. But this is a joke, right?
Muse: It’s not. I’m serious. I WANT a date! I am not sitting home alone on this day. Can you please take me seriously? This is a real date.
A real date with a fake person. Okay.
Muse: What was that? At this point, I would be angry. But I love you too much!
Whoa. You kiss way better than any real person ever could.
Muse: Trust me. A real kiss from a real girl will be better than this. But this will have to do for now….When are you picking me up?
After work. I work at the pizza pit today. Remember?
Muse: I can wait. I’ll be reading a romance novel in the meantime. See you at six!
Well, that was interesting. At least I won’t be alone later on. Today will be the usual boring shift at the pizza pit. After that, I’ll be going on a “date” with my Muse. I can’t believe that I just said that. Granted, it will be weird, but it will keep my sanity intact.
Today’s high is going to be 27 degrees and the silver lining will be going on a date with my Muse.
To those of you lovebirds who are perfectly content with sharing your love with the world, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: Oh, I’m so glad that he said yes! I am determined to fill that void that he has in that lonely heart of his. Time to put on the best clothes that I own and the best perfume! His eyes will melt when he sees me next….Happy Valentine’s Day, Kyle! I promise you that I will make it a good one.