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. According to some figures that I have heard, Americans have spent $20 billion on Valentine’s Day. If I am the Scrooge of Valentine’s Day, then bah humbug!
For today, I’m going to try to make some one happy. All I need to do now is to figure out who I would…
Muse: Would you be my Valentine?
As cliché as it is, sure. Is this going to be another date like last year?
Muse: It is. 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? Granted, I really enjoyed it last year, but again?!
Muse: Yes again. I really enjoyed our date from last year and I would like to do this again. 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. And you said it yourself. You want to make others happy on this day, right? Can we PLEASE go on a date? Maybe this will persuade you.
*smooch*
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.
Also…oh no…
Muse: What?
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!
*smooch*
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?
Well, I work today this year, but get off in the afternoon. How about six o’ clock like last year?
Muse: Six will work. 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, I’ll be working my morning shift. A little later, 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.
My Muse is eight and a half years old today. She was 3’2.5″ tall and she weighs 43 pounds. The height of a four year old and the weight of a six year old.
Today’s high is going to be 42 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.
Child Muse: What are you doing?
Muse: Are you not tired again?
Child Muse: Yes. I can’t sleep…You’re all dressed up and you look pretty. Are you going on a date?
Muse: Yes.
Child Muse: I know about dates. My mommy and daddy go on them all the time! Then I get a babysitter…
Muse: Okay. Please let me finish getting ready…
Child Muse: Why is your face red? Oooh! Muse is in looove!
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