I've never had one quite this foul, and I think it's because I don't have any single, female friends.
All of my girlfriends here are in serious, long-term relationships. And while they don't necessarily shove it in my face (all the time), they were also unavailable the whole weekend.
So, because the weather blows monkey chunks and my friends are all out of town, cavorting with their significant others, I pretty much got to stay at home all weekend and sulk like a giant wiener.
I think it really took me by surprise because I was feeling so positive and optimistic about the whole thing. I mean, I don't mind if other people celebrate it. I really don't. I was just going to do something else... except, then I couldn't. Or didn't.
I'm only confessing this because I think I often present with an assertive "fuck you" attitude toward things like this as though it doesn't affect me, but it gets to me too, sometimes.
Moping can be expensive, though. I mean, in order to feel better, I had to buy myself dinner a couple times and, of course, some jewelry.
Good thing I'm a cheap date.
