Nothing like romantic confusion on a day of love.
Ahh, Valentine's Day....
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Yup, being led on by others who don't actually care for you, just so they can handle their own insecurities with being alone on this vile holiday. Great, isn't it?
God, I hate people.
And what's the alternative? Being alone, forced to spend the night knowing there are millions of happy couples going out to dinner, staring into each others eyes, whispering sweet lies to each other.
Staring into that void in your life as, unbeckoned, memories of past failures come to mind. Each person found you undesirable, somehow wanting, broken.
Cram it, world!
And it's not like we can just hunker down and try to ignore it, no no! A deluge of radio, billboards, and pink hanging everywhere there is space won't allow us to forget what's happening. And then your coworker comes over, nods sympathetically as you bitch about Valentines Day, then brings out a tray of brownies his girlfriend made for him. That fucking asshole.
Coworker? Are you talking about me?
Yup, pink and red, pink and red. Pink for the embarrassment of time and again being shot down, red for the ruptured vessels of your brutally crushed heart.
I didn't even have any food, I just mentioned in passing that Bite Me and I were going out for a drink or two. It's not even a date.
I mean, don't get me wrong, Bite Me is a tasty little treat and I'm hoping...
Hoping what?
Oh, uh, I didn't see you there. Just hoping we'll have a nice relaxing night away from all the Valentines junk. Yeah.
And tasty treat, what's that supposed to mean?!
Wait, Bite Me, where are you going? Stop!
Uh
So, I'll pick you up at 8?
Hello?
Yeah, romantic confusion. This is the best fucking holiday ever.
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