Is it unreasonable for me to want to share my life with someone? And, if we accept that perhaps it is not, is it understandable that a holiday dedicated to romance could intensify that desire and underline what is missing?
The supermarkets would have you believe it is all single people can do to turn the microwave on for their ready meal for one without crying. Perhaps they think health and safety terms such as ‘Sell by date’ and ‘shelf life’ are a little too close to home.
You may have guessed that I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. I don’t like the stupid balloons, or the smug flower deliveries to the office (which I’ve never been the recipient of, did you guess?) or the stupid bloody hearts. But mainly I hate the cards.
The restaurant asked me to pre-order my food because they’re going to be busy. For a brief moment, I felt guilty about using a table that could be taken by an ACTUAL couple. Then I saw they had Cotes De Boeuf on the menu, and that passed.