A Single Girl's Valentine's Day Reality

This post is the companion piece to yesterday's post, "A Single Girl's Valentine's Day Fantasy."

First let me give a little preamble.  (Go ahead and sigh.)

I love Valentine's Day.  Even though being a singleton has been my lot for a while, I still love it.  Maybe because Valentine's Day is mushy and corny, and I get into mushy, corny stuff.  Maybe because I believe that if you want love, you should show love, and Valentine's Day is a perfect day to show love.  It's also a perfect excuse to wear a cute red dress and go on a sugar binge.

As you may have guessed, I did not get a surprise gift from The One.  In fact, if that had actually happened, I don't know if I would've actually shown up at East West Bistro at 6:00 p.m., because the more I thought about it, the more The One seemed like a creeper.  He knew all of this detailed stuff about me, and we hadn't even met before?  Creeper.  He'd even talked to my overprotective dad without mentioning anything to me?  Um, a little presumptuous.  And even if you do already know what I want to order because you're a mind reader or you just know me that well, it's still actually kind of chauvinistic to order for me.  So, The One, maybe you need to sit back for a minute.

So.  Let's distinguish the rest of my fantasy from reality.   The sun was SO not shining today.  It was super dreary.  But I did rock the frilly red dress and the wavy hair.  Wassuppp!

I wanted to share some Valentine's Day joy.  What better way to do that than cupcakes?  I brought these to class this afternoon.  Cupcakes conquer all.

My classmates didn't eat them all, so I was a little Valentine's Day elf, giving them out to classmates and professors on my way back downstairs, and sat the rest right in the main lobby of the department for any to partake of.  Those bad boys were gone so fast . . . I also got a little surprise in my box from the Valentine's Day Fairy.

So, dear reader, let me tell you how this realistic Valentine's Day is going to end.  It's Tuesday.  Which means I can get a large pepperoni pizza from Papa John's for $4.99.  And just because I didn't get flowers from The One, does that mean I can't have them?  Whatever.  On my way back from picking up my pizza, I'm going to buy some sunflowers.  I know there will be some there for me.  Special things like that are always saved for me.  And though I do have a lot of work to get done (presentation tomorrow, et. al.), I shall have a bubble bath tonight.  Yes, darling, I shall.

Happy Valentine's Day!