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Valentine's Day Alone

I got picked up from the school today from a friend.  We went to Dunkin Donuts, our daily ritual, and then sat and watched as all the pussy whipped men walked to their cars with flowers, candy and balloons.  We laughed at the silliness of the day and spoke of the horrible restaurant experiences on silly Hallmark holidays.  I remember once going to Friendly's with a girl I had been with for years and we laughed when we saw other couples who had been dating for a while doing the same.  It is silly to even contemplate dining out on Valentine's Day.

I came home and started a few loads of laundry.  I decided to treat myself to my midweek meal of Chinese food.  I had contemplated going to get some pizza, but decided it wasn't in the cards.  I wanted to something with leftovers and Chinese always works.  I folded my laundry and ate some of my dinner.  I stopped to watch a show and then jumped on the computer, finishing a little more of my food.

I didn't really think about valentine's day and being alone. I mean in the sense that it didn't bother me.  I've gotten to a point in my life where one little thing can make my day.  Today, at about 3:10, 15 Kindergartners walked into the auditorium.  Every single one of them stopped and wished me a Happy Valentine's Day.  For me, being alone wasn't a big deal, because I carried that with my all day long.

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