For some odd reason, most people feel sorry for you when they find out you’ll be single on Valentine’s Day. I have no idea why. Being single on February 14th is the best thing on this planet.
Think about it: You don’t have to spend money on a new dress. New shoes. New jewelry. You don’t have to shave your legs. You can eat as much garlic bread as you like and you don’t have to torment yourself by either sitting in an overcrowded restaurant for an over-expensive dinner or by pretending you like his home-cooked meal (when in reality chewing on a dry piece of overcooked salmon is giving you anything but a culinary orgasm).
And most of all: You. Don’t. Have. To. Share. The. Bottle. Of. Wine.
Case closed, I would say.
Being single on Valentine’s Day is fucking awesome. And that is why we should celebrate…
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