My Feelings On Valentine’s Day

Back in the thrilling days of yesteryear (2008), I was the very uncool girl working at a company filled with cool girls. It was weird.

And it’s one of the reasons I hate Valentine’s Day.

Basically, I was the communications assistant at a major Hollywood PR firm. I wrote press releases about movies, mostly, and my desk was oddly situated far away from my boss, in a pool of cubes populated by girls who worked with and actually slept with celebrities. On the regular. And barely ate food.

You know the type.

It was February 13th, a Friday, and The Waifs took it upon themselves to ask what I had planned for the weekend. I believe they were all single at the time, and had planned elaborate and expensive Girls Night Outs to, as I recall, nab attractive men and spend Sunday talking about it over brunches they were only going to exercise off at spin class later.

Typical LA girl Sunday: eat all this, spend rest of the day in spin class. It's called Exercise Bulimia, in case you were wondering.

Typical LA girl Sunday: eat, spend rest of the day in spin class. It’s called Exercise Bulimia.

Little did they know, I had an ace up my sleeve.

On February 7th, 2008, David and I had had our first date. It took about, oh, 30 minutes before I realized I had a boyfriend and in true Lovesick Dork fashion, we had seen each almost every single day during the week between our first date and the then-impending Valentine’s Day.

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s?” the tallest, blondest girl asked me, spinning playfully in her chair and all but winking conspiratorially at her friends.

“I just started seeing someone,” I replied, “So I have to play it pretty low key.” I grabbed my bag and left for the night, knowing fully well that they were shocked someone as loser-ish as I managed to have a boyfriend.

I guess what it boils down to is: I hate when people compete over how much people love or want them.

I guess this is kind of weird, considering how much I love Christmas. But Christmas, to me, can be fun even if you spend it alone (which I actually have). Christmas can be a great meal, some movies, buying yourself a present, and just enjoying the spirit of the day.

Valentine’s Day 100% requires having a romantic partner. And those are hard to come by. I know Parks & Recreation tried to encourage people to think about all kinds of love, but let’s face it: that’s not really catching on anytime soon.


Valentine’s Day is literally a Mean Girls holiday, you know? And none for Gretchen Weiners! 

I have a friend from college who absolutely adores the holiday, and thinks that people are too cynical about it. Maybe he’s right.

Maybe I have to think about love in a different way. I have the love of my life– and have had him since 2008. I’m a lucky lady.

Maybe I need to get more caught up in the lovely spirit. In romance, in shmoopyness, in celebrating love in all its forms.

So, this year I’m going to try.

In the weeks leading up to February 14th, I’m going to be talking a lot about Valentine’s Day.

Are you ready to be in love?

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