Valentine’s Day was yesterday. My Valentine is like Feb 30th.
But I’m not bitter. Ok, maybe I’m a little bitter. But mostly I’m relieved to avoid obligatory participation in this day of impossible expectations.
You might be saying, that's because I date all the wrong guys. You won't get any argument from me! The best gift V-Day I ever got was a Whatchamacallit from my boyfriend Sophmore year. In college. I'm not even sure we were officially dating at the time.
Anyway more often than not, it's a letdown. Maybe your roses came from a deli. Or maybe your husband had all the subtlety of a baboon when he gave you a hot pink bag containing Victoria’s skimpiest secret. Or just maybe, your idea of true romance is a night spent alone huffing glue in a black rubber suit.
All any of us needs to feel better about ourselves is to look at country music. Regardless of what went south with your Tuesday night, these poor saps ALWAYS have it worse.
Don't believe me? Saddle up and check out these real song titles:
by Johnny Cash
by John Denver
by Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty
by the Geezinslaw Bros.
by Roy Clark
by Ruby Wright
by David Frizzell
Oh, and here's my favorite. I couldn’t track down the singer, probably because it’s FAR too awesome to be real:
Well, I guess Cupid got it wrong. Again. Nice shot, you big fat baby!
I'm also fairly certain I have some bad Cupid karma floating out there from a recent first (and last) date. Remind me to tell you about it sometime.
So has my all-but-certain future of moth balls, couch doilies and 14 cats made me cynical? Or do you agree that V-Day is more fizzle than sizzle?
Pour YOUR heart out below...
tags: dating, holidays, music