I have to confess that as zen as I wish I’d been, I was pretty sulky to spend Valentine’s evening all alone. Minime was gone to a friend’s, and I had no invitations. I couldn’t think of anyone to call, and I didn’t want to be anyone’s third wheel anyway.
I made a plate of nachos and a cup of hot cocoa. I put on my bathrobe and watched “Monster and Mysteries in America” reruns with the pets…keeping my phone handy in case someone texted or emailed to profess love or invite me somewhere. No texts, no emails.
I admit I was a little sad to be invisible and solo on Valentine’s Day. Yeah, I know it’s just a commercial event shoved down our throats by jewelry stores and chocolate companies, but I still like it. As difficult and stubborn as I may be, I’m still a woman and women like cards and flowers and chocolate! I’m a sucker for sweet words in a card or letter, so Valentine’s and all its promise of woo was meant for me!! Alas, I was woo-less.