I don’t know why being alone today is worse than the 364 days I rather revel in my single hood (or, at least it doesn’t make me want to sit on my couch and eat an entire bag of pretzels). Maybe it’s the fact when I was taking the mail to the post office for my internship, I saw two separate couples making out on the street, and it grossed me out. Maybe it’s because I had to sit on the downtown 6 train, wedged between a stuffed animal monkey and a huge purple heart balloon. Maybe it’s because actually, the last time I got any was when I got felt up on the aforementioned subway. Whatever the case, I was asked to write about Valentines Day, and I came off sounding like a disgruntled bitch…
Which I guess isn’t too far from the truth. 365 days a year.
