Is quickly approaching us. I've already had the "desperate" phone calls from the ex's who just didn't want to be alone, or at the very least, needed a "trophy" to show off tomorrow night. Of course, Chuck was the first caller. He used the "it's been awhile", line to try to get me to agree to a nice dinner and some dancing. Damn him. It's been so long since I've been to dinner and dancing. I must admit, I was tempted, even if it was Chuck. Don't worry, I declined. I had a couple of calls from some doctors I had dated briefly from the city a long time ago.
Tell me, why does Valentine's day bring out the most insecure, desperate emotions in so many people? It's just a day. That's it. A day. Society puts so much emphasis on Valentine's Day, that all of us singleton's are made to feel like shit because we're alone- even when it's by CHOICE. Sure, I could be with someone right now, but I'm CHOOSING to be alone. I'm choosing to pull a "Bridget Jones" tomorrow night by drinking a bottle of wine myself, smoking a pack of cigarettes and singing "All By Myself" in my sheep pajamas!
Sure, my ideal night would be going out and having a drink with Bobby, enjoying a few dances, just having a good time. Nothing more that what it is, we're friends. Bobby's one of my dearest friends, and one I miss terribly. Sure, there's still a flame burning deep inside for him, but it's held way down in the deepest crevice of my heart- it would take a lot to get that back to the surface again. So, for now, we are what we are. I know he's been buried in a case lately, so I'm sure even if I did pick up the phone to ask him for a drink, he wouldn't be able to pull himself away from the file long enough to have a good time, but who knows. I'm still seeing a "Bridget Jones" night in my future!