Valentine’s Day is considered a holiday for lovers, which is fine except when you don’t have a lover. It seems that holidays always exclude somebody for all the wrong reasons. Everybody should be happy on a holiday.
If you can’t be happy on the holiday, be happy on the day after. That’s when all the overpriced stuff that everybody emptied their wallets for gets marked down. For a day like Valentine’s Day, chocolates go on sale, so I thumb my nose at all the guys who didn’t treat me like a queen the day before, and I treat myself like one and save money as well.
Love yourself, and others will love you, they say. I guess my perfect match didn’t get the memo. That’s okay. The divorce rate is still an issue in this country, as is domestic violence, so being eternally single can be a good thing.
My big problem is with most of the chocolate on Valentine’s Day being milk instead of dark. Dark chocolate is supposed to be better for you, which is probably why there is so little of it available. Vendors sometimes serve your addictions rather than your health.
So on the day after the cards are read, the wine uncorked and the whoopee a memory, I’ll grab a little something and curl up with a good romantic novel. Or I’ll work on writing mine. Not sure which way it will go, but either way I’ll be content.
Chocolate is for lovers.
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