This has got to be one of the worst Valentine's Days I have ever had...

Day suckus.

Let me break it down. I believe a list will aid in this telling. Shall we?

1. I get to work. I am accosted by Valentine's Day decor. I immediately want to strangle myself with a pink streamer.

2. A colleague, from China, asks me where my Mr. Right is. 17 times. No kidding. 17 times. Um, he's nowhere. I HAVEN't FOUND HIM YET. Happy?

Fuck.

3. I ate too much chocolate.

4. The present I gave to myself for the day -- a massage -- didn't happen. My therapist forgot or I wrote the time down wrong or something shitty happened.

5. I missed lunch.

6. I had a gyno appointment. In the lobby, I saw one of the receptionists receive a box of roses. I immediately think -- I won't get roses today. Maybe I'll never get roses again. Maybe I'll be alone for the rest of my life. Maybe I will be the cat woman. Old, alone, sad.

This train of thought = shit losing cry fest.

That's right friends, I had a nervous breakdown in the lobby of my gyno's office.

Full on bawling.

Which of course, is not socially acceptable, especially on the fucking day of love. So I'm there, crying like crazy but trying to hide it. Snot everywhere. Trying to hide my face, be nice to the MA, smile when more pregnant women come in with their adoring husbands.

It was a good classy moment there, that crying in the lobby of the gyno's office. Good 'n classy.

Needless to say, I really hate Valentine's Day. I think it gets harder for us single gals as the years go on.

For some reason this one was harder than most.

Hope your day was better than mine...
-- This Single Gal