I got a message from a reader asking me to "spill my Valentines Day shenanigans".
Sorry to fail you all, but... there were no shenanigans to be had. On purpose.
I decided to decline every offer. All dinner dates, all "hangouts", movie dates, and even beers with friends.
Instead, I spent it with the very best Valentine a chick could ask for.
I didn't have to buy her presents.
I didn't have to dress up (or get dressed at all, for that matter).
I didn't have to do much of anything, and she still cuddled with me.
I watched a movie, had a beer and ate fatty snacks - no judgment from my Valentine.
I'm a traditional girly sometimes...and I always spend Valentines Day with the one I love most. So I did.
Just so happens that this year that "person" was four-legged, very cute, gave a lot of kisses and spent most of the night passed out in my bed.
Yeah. Not so different from most of my past boy Valentines. Guess I have a type!
There you have it. While you were all out on hot dates and dressed to the nines, or having "Anti-Valentines" drinkfests with friends - I was at home with my dog and perfectly content.
Wanna fight about it?
So Happy Discount-Chocolate-Day-After-Vday, hosers. I love you all.
(Except for that one guy, but c'mon... nobody can love that guy.)
Hugs 'n ass slaps,
The Not Totally Bitter Single Chick