So, this is the first Valentine’s Day in quite some time that I wasn’t either stuck at home feeling bitter about how alone I was in the world, or attending some “anti-valentine” party with a group of other bitter, single people and recent-divorcees.
Tonight, I have polished off what was left of a frozen cherry-cheesecake and I am feeling a completely different kind of terrible.
I must say, the queasy, ill-tempered gurgling of a too-full stomach packed with fat grams and sugar is way better than the terrifying empty I had grown so accustomed to most nights. I’m enjoying phone calls and giggles in a way I never thought I would.
Sorry to all the single people out there. I have found better company.
