Lonely Valentine

Tomorrow is the time of the year again where couples reaffirm their love; where secret admirers confess to the lover of their dreams; where unlucky NSFs sulk in camp wondering what in the world aren't they doing the other type of national service; where singles who have no excuse to be alone during the celebration of love try to dismiss the day as a means of commercial exploitation but secretly feel miserable for not being exploited. No prizes for guessing which group this writer belongs to.

On the buildup towards Valentine, you always have tons of media constantly reminding you that the day is coming, and I guess one can't help but get all worked up about it. Despite the fact that I am firmly entreched in singlehood, I also feel the tinge of anticipation building inside me. Singles everywhere can most likely empathise with me regarding this feeling of hope:that the person you have been admiring all along will ask you out that day, and the two of you will realise that the feeling is mutual and end with you and your partner riding into the sunset to live happily ever after.

Tonight however, like so many times before, nothing has come to pass as I count down to Valentine's day with my every word. I am still clinging to the possibility that on Valentine itself something magical might happen, but I am only kidding myself. There is absolutely no signs which evenly remotely suggests anything special happening, and sadly but surely it will be just like any other day, which would be the greatest tragedy of all.

It is to be expected though, as how can one expect flowers to bloom if no seeds are sown? No girl have I asked out on that day, and my qualities no girl deemed worthy enough to take the initiative to ask me out. It is not that I have an inflated sense of my self worth not to ask any girl out though, but I am not sure about how the singles market is holding up, and I can foretell that if I asked a girl who is attached out the situation would be more that a little awkward, with a friendship that would most likely go down the drain as well. And about the latter... (cue tears and quiet sobbing...)

At the very least though, I can take comfort at the fact that I would not be the only single to spend Valentine alone, although I would not mind having an excuse at not having a date such a being on duty. Also that there will always be next year... and the next... and the next... until I end up in SDU or getting a mail order bride (Vietnamese or others? oh the dilema...)

P.S: In the end, while I come up with all these quirky theories, I guess it would be so much simpler had I just taken action to remedy my sorry state... But I can testify that what they say about the first step being the hardest is true. A helpful nudge would be very much appreciated : )

Quote of the day

"Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love."

- Charles M. Schulz (1922 - 2000), Charlie Brown in "Peanuts"