Happy Valentine's Day!
If you're single, or what is now simply known as "tradition" for me, then "treat yo'self." Sure, the whole, "Valentine's Day encompasses all types of love" jazz is wonderful, but it's usually what couples tell single people. Drink in my side eye couples....drink it in.
Valentine's Day, not unlike my birthday, is a time to participate in the practice of self love through the act of retail therapy. There's a shoe sale somewhere with my name on it, and I intend to find it. That's how St. Valentine and baby cupid would want it.
So here's to heart shaped boxes with mystery chocolates and lone bites, shiny Mylar balloon bunches, men resembling deer in headlights in card aisles, a few awkward, public proposals somewhere, and those women at work who act embarrassed when they get gifts from their significant others. I see you. And ain't nobody got time for that.
And if you get one of those $100 - $200 gigantic teddy bears I keep seeing advertised on television and you're far past the age of 12, then I'm sorry. I understand if you're thinking the cash itself would have been a better gift. More side eye to the giver just for you. Good luck on whatever excuse you can come up with to explain how a six foot bear just disappeared from your house. Allergic to animals? So crazy it just might work.
Whatever your situation - single, coupled or complicated - have a lovely Valentine's Day!