Valentines Day Coming Once Again >.
Warning: Post will contain random emoness ranting. Please continue at your own discretion.
So blah, blah, blah we are once again getting close the holiday thats filled with roses and other bullshit. I know what you are thinking, “Your just saying that because your are single.” Fair enough your totally right, but I still reserve my right to bitch because well its my website and my blog (unless, your reading this on LiveJournal). I really think the reason this holiday makes me so jaded is the fact I have NEVER been able to really celebrate it. Of course, I have had relationships in the past (no, I do not mean long standing love of my right paw) but sadly none of them have made it to valentines day, ever. I did get close one time…
A few years back I was dating young, tall, cute, sorta punk / skater boi wolf (well he was a wolf at that time). Of course, I should have known better then date someone just in there freshman year at UGA, stretching there paws out in the “world” for the first time but well, he was sweet figured what the hell. We had officially started seeing each other on a one on one level in January of that year. I was thinking to myself at the time, “How wonderful it will be to spend Valentines Day with someone I like and do something special.” As it turned out that year, Valentines Day was on a Saturday. Almost bouncing in thought, “Yes! How perfect is that? I won’t be working and he won’t be in class.” As the day came closer I called ahead and made reservations for a pretty fancy steak place in Atlanta. With us being both canines at the time, what could be more wonderful then some rare slabs of meet? Well as “luck” would have it I get a text at work from him the Thursday before Valentines Day asking me to meet him downtown to get a smooth and chill for a while. Naturally, I was gitty and sort of glowing for the rest of the afternoon until 5 O’clock rolled around. We met up at the “classic” part of the “classic city” near the infamous arch way of UGA. I grabbed one of my favorite’s from Planet Smoothie, of course called, “The Werewolf”. Only to make half a block before he said, “Look, It’s just not gonna work.” Of course at first, I’m thinking my head, “Damn, something came up and he can’t make it Saturday.” Oh no, he meant the whole relationship. So there you have it, I got dumped TWO DAYS before Valentines. Of course, I was rather upset. I felt at the time things had been going very well and totally did not see it coming. I made it home in record time, biting my lip and fighting back tears until I skidded to a halt in warped, unlevel parking pad that was in front of my duplex. I wasted no time finding the semi-expensive bottle of wine I had been saving for when we got back from Atlanta. I really had hoped to finally take that next step, say those magic little three words to him I felt strongly in my heart. Instead, I drank that entire bottle of wine; blasting music in my room until I passed out. Long story short, keep your shitty flowers and cheesy commercials to yourself >.<
Originally published at Dasoslukos Den