Oh, hey, Valentine’s Day is nearly upon us! Enforced love and commercialism that’s second only to Christmas. Yay.
You may think I hate Valentine’s Day. It’s not quite like that, I promise. I’m just the type who doesn’t think we need a designated day of the year to tell others we love them. And that we shouldn’t restrict our chocolate egg consumption solely to the Easter weekend, or be martyrs to Pancake Day.
I don’t hate love at all – I do that crazy stuff all the time. I’m a lover, not a fighter, unless that fight is over the last slice of cake. Then your love means nothing unless you relinquish the cake to me.
There are a lot of people in my life I can say I honestly love. Why is it considered more okay to express that on Valentine’s than on any other day?
This year, I am not looking for a Valentine. I’d like someone who’ll be as enthusiastic about showing their love for me all year round. That’s not an unreasonable ask. And I will wait as long as it takes. Enquiries to my Twitter account, please – no DMs, that’s just needy.
