Today is the day that men dread and women mark on their calendars the second they purchase them in early November. This happens to be my 23th celebration of this dreaded holiday, and so far it’s the best. I’m spending it doing what I love.
I don’t have a boyfriend.
No one is buying me flowers or chocolates.
I don’t have a group of friends for “girlie night”.
And yet, I’m content.
This week is chock full of midterms and this upcoming weekend I have a family vacation, which serves as the most stressful weekend of my year. This year, I’ve been on the verge of a panic attack for the last three weeks simply at the mention of this forthcoming chaos. Tonight I’m spending the evening having a romantic candlelit dinner with my pathophysiology textbook. Did I mention that the candle will be on the other side of the room so I don’t knock it over, and that my microwaved Lean Cuisine lasagna is a far stretched from the five-course gourmet meal I was promised? Oh. Must have forgotten that part.
Sadly, this isn’t the first time I’ve sacrificed holidays for school or work. Thankfuly this time, I’m completely satisfied with my decision. That is, unless you know any availabe and attractive men who aren’t threatened by a completely overbooked and overworked woman. In that case, I’m free, and I’d appreciate it if you’d pass along my number.
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