Finally, It's Over!

I survived Valentine's Day.

Yes, I am still breathing and no, I did not attempt to commit suicide. I did however imagine how much it would hurt if I fell off my balcony but, that's just about there is to it. I was also quite surprised with myself - I did not end up being bitter about the whole love day. It was just like any ordinary day. And, I did not wear black. I think it's just too vulgar to intentionally wear black on Valentine's to drive home a point.

Since it was a Saturday night, I went clubbing. After my fifth glass of vodka cranberry, I was wasted and dancing like crazy on stage. It was fun to be surrounded by good looking people. Unfortunately, everywhere I looked, there were couple kissing, hugging, groping - you get the drift - and I am no superhuman. I must admit, I somehow felt frustrated seeing happy couples doing couple things. Nakakainggit lang. But, what can I do? If I don't have it, I don't have it, period. There's no point in sulking.

And no, I did not buy the "don't-worry-there-are-people-who-love-you, i.e.-your-friends-family" crap. Christmas is a family holiday. Thanksgiving and New Year's may be spent with friends but Valentine's is for lovers. And since, I don't have one, Valentine's was not applicable to me.

The day after Valentine's Day, however, is a different story.

"Hi Tristan, I wanted to talk to you about my trip to Manila in March. I told you I could make it happen. If you're free tomorrow, do you think I could take you out to dinner so we can talk?"