It’s Valentines Day.  Over the course of my time on this earth, I have come to loath Valentines Day, mainly because I’ve never actually had a good Valentines Day.   I mean, maybe when I young enough to not really understand it, like when I was in elementary school, but since adulthood and the time I could start dating, it hasn’t really happened.

Don’t believe me?  Hop in the time machine with me, and look at the only two Valentines Day’s where I was actually in a relationship:

2006 – I was with Jeff.  Unfortunately, Duke also played Maryland, at Maryland that night and my Dad got us tickets.  Now, anyone who reading this can totally understand why I decided that Valentines Day was just a day, and that I should go to the game – especially when I tell you that Maryland won in a stunning overtime victory and it’s one of the most important and fun professional or college sports games in my life.  (The other two would be the following year when George Mason went to the final four and I went to the sweet sixteen and elite eight games.)  Unfortunately, Jeff didn’t see it that way, and when I got back to our house he at first tried to kick me out for going to the game instead of hanging with him, and then tried to sleep with me.  Unfortunately he was too drunk to do either successfully and I ended up spending the rest of the night listening to him talk about how I was such a bitch.  Ahhh, Jeff.  Looking back, I’m glad I went to the game however, because I’d be really pissed if I had missed it and then Jeff and I ended up breaking up anyway.

2011 – Last year should have been a fabulous Valentines Day.  After all – I was dating Zack, who by all accounts was Mr. Sweet – for every Valentines Day prior for all his girlfriends he had gone all out and be awesome in every way, shape and form.  (So what if it happened to dump them shortly after – the Valentines Day was awesome!)  Unfortunately, this was not to be my fate.  I spent last Valentines Day getting surgery to remove an IUD in the morning.  Zack took off work for the rest of the afternoon to spend it with me, and I was thinking, “Sweet!  He’ll do something sweet!”  Instead, he spent the rest of the day sleeping on the couch while I worked – and then when Faith got home I think we watched movies.  He didn’t even get me a card!  Or chocolates!  Or a stuffed animal!  (I, on the other hand, had gotten him some stuff for Valentines Day which to this day he still hasn’t received and is probably still sitting in my old closest at my parents house.)  The moral of this story is that apparently I am not worth making Valentines Day awesome for, because if Zack, who makes it awesome for everyone, couldn’t make it awesome for me even after I got out of minor surgery at the hospital, well, who will?

This year, I was kind of excited because MP and April and I were supposed to go iceskating and have a girls night.  Unfortunately, MP found out her boyfriend isn’t working, so she canceled, and now I’m left with nothing to do again.

So, taking that into consideration – I’ve decided to rethink how I view Valentines Day.  This year, Valentines Day is just another holiday I don’t actually celebrate, kind of like Hanukkah and Kwanzaa.  This year, I will spend Valentines Day playing Skyrim, and getting to the level 20 after I leave work and I will consider that an awesome accomplishment, and then I will go to sleep.  When I wake up, Valentines Day will be over – and I will continue on without feeling remorse because hey, it’s just another holiday that I don’t celebrate, right?

Stephanie is a 27 year old living outside of Washington, DC.

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