So I haven't been on this joint for a while. I mean you would think I would have turned to you during my break up w/ the ass, but no I have to wait until Valentine's Day is approaching to seek out your comfort. Anyway, I thought that I would finally have a boyfriend on this freaking made up holiday. I know it's commercial over kill, but the "teenager" in me is screaming for the flowers, chocolates, and jewelry. I read somewhere that I should just treat it like any other day...NOT! I've been obsessing over this day since I was like 12 years old. How can I now just stop?
I would like to think I'm mature enough to realize that I don't "need" a valentine. However, after waiting for so long to have one...I don't know. Last year, I made a big to-do out of it. I went to the spa and got a man-pedi combo, bought some french lingerie, and wrote in my journal while sipping tea at Starbuck on 16th & K St. NW.
I'm trying to remind myself that loving oneself is paramount to anything else like having a man to say: "Hi, Sweetheart!" This year, I changed my scheduled massage to a mani-pedi combo and I will probably stop by Sephora for a new tube of lipstick or something. We'll see what I get into. I'll just remember that I love me and that's what counts, you know?
"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." --Oscar Wilde
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