I'll admit it, this morning I spent an hour or so sitting in my bed, eating chocolates, and reading the latest issue of cosmo while wondering if the closest thing I have to a guy right now would send me cute text, wishing me a happy valentine's day, and possibly an invitation to do something. Then after chatting on the phone with my best friend about how much guys suck, it hit me, why the hell are we complaining and why the hell are we spending our valentine's day moping around. Fuck that. Just because we are single doesn't mean we can't be happy today too.
And I do understand it, I know there is nothing better in the world than to lie in your man's arms and forget the world, while he brushes the hair out of your face as he stares into your eyes, or traces the silhouette of your body with his finger tips. That's why love is such a big controversy, and that's why people really fight for it and pour their their heart and soul in the pursuit of it, because truth is, love really is it's all cracked up to be.
But by laying in bed today, devouring chocolates, and watching chick flicks, we are only lessening our chances of ever landing the love we hope and desire for. So to all the singles out there, get your ass up and go buy a bottle of wine (or vodka if really necessary) and drink it with your best friends and reminisce about the past, or even about what's to come. And stop fretting because in this day and age, being single doesn't mean that nobody wants you. Now it means you're pretty damn sexy and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with. Cheers to that!