Valentine's Redux
stumbling upon Livejournal quite by accident, I decided to take the opportunity to update.
I found out this past Sunday just how expensive roses are; my mom assures me that they inflate the prices for the holiday. Suffice to say, a dozen roses cost far more than I expected, but apparently not more than I am willing to pay (I hate how I get sucked into these thinly veiled greeting-card holidays--do we really need one specific day to express love and appreciation? Isn't that somehow sort of shallow?). I thought it would be a good idea to buy roses and hand them out to 12 girls as Valentine presents--I heard somewhere that girls like flowers. My gesture went over fairly well, leading me to believe that what I heard is indeed true.
Valentine's Day, besides instilling feelings of unavoidable guilt in those men who do not conform to the expectations of the holiday, reminds those of us not in relationships that we are missing out. I'm still looking for a girlfriend. It seems like every girl I think would make a good match is already taken. Just my luck, eh? However, I'm sure there's someone out there for me. I'm not one of those people who believe that there is but one soul-mate out there for each of us. I think I might be able to find at least one interesting person within a group of 50 randomly-selected people. In 100, I'm pretty sure. In 500, I'm pretty positive. In 1,000, I'm almost certain. The University of CT has what, about 20,000 students? There's got to be someone out there for me. I know that's a bit of an oversimplification, but my point is that I'm put in contact with a lot of people; it seems probable that at least one would make a suitable partner.
Is it weird that I'm a guy and think about marriage and selecting a long-term mate? Maybe not. Its just seems to me that I'm going about all this as if I'm looking for a girl who would make a good wife. That seems weird now that I've typed it out.
I found out this past Sunday just how expensive roses are; my mom assures me that they inflate the prices for the holiday. Suffice to say, a dozen roses cost far more than I expected, but apparently not more than I am willing to pay (I hate how I get sucked into these thinly veiled greeting-card holidays--do we really need one specific day to express love and appreciation? Isn't that somehow sort of shallow?). I thought it would be a good idea to buy roses and hand them out to 12 girls as Valentine presents--I heard somewhere that girls like flowers. My gesture went over fairly well, leading me to believe that what I heard is indeed true.
Valentine's Day, besides instilling feelings of unavoidable guilt in those men who do not conform to the expectations of the holiday, reminds those of us not in relationships that we are missing out. I'm still looking for a girlfriend. It seems like every girl I think would make a good match is already taken. Just my luck, eh? However, I'm sure there's someone out there for me. I'm not one of those people who believe that there is but one soul-mate out there for each of us. I think I might be able to find at least one interesting person within a group of 50 randomly-selected people. In 100, I'm pretty sure. In 500, I'm pretty positive. In 1,000, I'm almost certain. The University of CT has what, about 20,000 students? There's got to be someone out there for me. I know that's a bit of an oversimplification, but my point is that I'm put in contact with a lot of people; it seems probable that at least one would make a suitable partner.
Is it weird that I'm a guy and think about marriage and selecting a long-term mate? Maybe not. Its just seems to me that I'm going about all this as if I'm looking for a girl who would make a good wife. That seems weird now that I've typed it out.