“Iam single and I am fine with that. I don’t need anyone to buy me candy or roses on valentines day,” I re-assured myself. Like any single lady with company, I would never have felt empty.
My big sister and her Fiancée were around to keep me company. I barely recognized that it was valentines’ eve, until they left. Damn, I hated the loneliness.
Changing TV channels added assault to the injury. Most of the shows were meant for lovers! Free air tickets for love birds…..free honey moon…bla bla bla. A sting of pain went through my heart.
In a twinkle of an eye, I realized how unrealistic I had been when I kept consoling myself about needing a man to buy me roses. I seemed the only lonely soul in the universe.
A million thoughts run through my mind. Why did I dump Oscar, the dude I had loved so much? And why didn’t I pick at any guy, who came my way?
I regretted all the times I assured my sister about her boyfriend’s bald head. She was happy and I was not. I strongly hated my pastor for evidently lying, “Every Eve has an Adam somewhere.” Where on earth was my Adam?
Determined, I got plan B to win myself an Adam. There was this guy who had been nagging me about love for a while; I considered him the rightful Val’s date. I called and luckily got through to him.
“Hi, I’ve thought about it….and I think we can….,”I suggested. Had I ended the sentence, than I heard an annoying female voice. “Who is on the phone,” she asked.
Trying several male numbers to no avail, I resorted to spoiling myself. I stormed a super market, bought myself roses, chocolate and a Val’s card. I felt a little satisfied, but on my way out, an old school mate introduced her fiancée! Why me, I wondered.
And guess who I found home? Girlfriends flashing their V-gifts! I excused myself, rushed to the bathroom and wrapped a gift for me!
“He gave you such beautiful roses,” complimented a friend.
Inside my heart, I felt funny for fooling myself but I had no option. I kept flattering the “ghost guy” who had sent me gifts!
My Valentine eve was sleepless; I kept making endless strategies of hooking up the next day. Now that I have a boyfriend, I hope I won’t suffer the 2009 Val experience! It was horrible!