Another Valentine's Day is fast approaching and I'm starting to wonder what
the hell I am going to do.
As a hopeless romantic, unfortunately Valentine's Day is quite an important
day for me. If I was with someone I would need to get dressed up and go for
dinner with them. I'd spoil them silly with Valentine's gifts and really
become a sucker for the money making holiday. It's just who I am. I love to spoil people and make people feel special.
Luckily I've been avoiding the shops so I haven't had a chance to see all
the lovey-dovey cards and gifts. I haven't seen specially put together menus at
fancy restaurants or even heard my friends speaking about their plans. I guess
I'm blocking it out a bit.
I know how silly it is to think this way - but on a day that every couple in
the universe is feeling more in love than usual and getting spoiled, you just
can't help but feel a little envious.
Thankfully I am working until 7pm on Valentine's Day so at least the first
few hours of the dreaded holiday can be spent focusing on work. I do however
work at a spa... and we have just compiled a romantic package to share with the
one you love.
Valentines Day. A Spa. Couples roaming around the front desk clinging onto
each other in disgustingly sweet adoration.... ugh.
Call me the Grinch of February but I am not excited for this.
I've decided that after work on that day I am going to have a bit of a
'love-myself' pamper session.
It is going to involve face masks, a really delicious creamy pasta, a tub of
lemon sorbet, a box of my favourite white lindt chocolate, a bottle of Rose, a
pile of romantic films (so far I have chosen The Vow, The Lucky One, PS I Love
You and The Time Travellers Wife,) and most likely a box of tissues followed by
a rather decadent hour long bubble bath.
I'm hoping for rain... so that I can be completely and utterly cliche and put on massively oversized jumpers and sweat pants.
While I'm cooking my dinner I'll most probably be singing along to David Gray and while watching my movies I'll be snuggled up with my cats.
Well - that's the plan for now.
I don't think I could really bare the thought of going out, even if it is with friends. I don't want to see couples.
This all sounds extremely over-dramatic and it is. It's not that I'm not comfortable with being alone. I am. I enjoy having the time to myself... but for some reason Valentine's Day just pulls at my more sensitive heartstrings. I'm a romance novelist. Valentine's Day is one of the days I live for. I get inspiration for my books by the big romantic gestures. Now I'll have none. I'll be alone. So I'd rather just stay in a wallow in self-pity.
I'm sure it isn't going to be all that bad.
To be honest I'm actually really enjoying my own company and having quiet nights in since I've been single. It isn't as scary as I once thought it was.
I'm just being mellow-dramatic.
What are your V-Day plans?
