Well, getting laid isn’t so terribly difficult for many of us who are non-repulsive…the hard part is finding someone who we feel close enough to that we are even halfway interested in nookie. (That, and personally I hate hanging out in bars and have had exactly zero luck meeting anyone worthwhile in a bar.)
Hooking up feels pointless if there’s no substance to it, so I’m sticking to my three-way with Ben & Jerry. Anyone care to join me and make it a NY Super Fudge Chunk orgy?
Hey, folks. Just checking in to share with the hugs and bitterness.
{{{lonely dopers}}}
I have a very exciting Valentine’s Day planned - After yet another excruciating day of work at the Hellish Job of Horror and Death, I’ll hunker down all alone like a crazy old hermit in my apartment, and entertain myself by talking to the walls and pretending they’re my friends.
Then, I plan to eat lots of chocolate, after which I will feel all disgusting and guilty and will despair of anyone ever loving me as long as I live.
And I’ll wish I hadn’t given up drinking.
Yeah, it’ll be a busy day for me.
Love to you all. There! Someone loves you! Even if it’s just little me.
Hey, bars are really fun on Valentine’s day! All the couples are off spending their money on expensive romantic stuff, and that makes for a bar full of singles! Not only that, but since it is Valentines day, nobody wants to be alone, so your chances of having sex increase!
So why not turn what you think will be a dreary day into a fantastic opportunity for drunken sex! Everyone wins!
I’ll be alone - and I honestly don’t care. Valentine’s day is just another day - if I was dating someone, I’d hope that they wouldn’t have to be told on a specific day to be romantic. I guess I’m lucky, because I can be happy that other people have found their special someone and I haven’t (yet). I am surrounded by people who don’t think it is a big deal - I don’t think I know anyone who does think it is that important. So - Valentine’s day will be a day like any other.
I’ve never been a real fan of Valentine’s Day. Why place all that pressure onto a single day? I write poetry and I try to make sure that if everyday isn’t a special day there are enough special days spread throughout the weeks and months of the year that Valentine’s is a non-event by comparison.
Glad to hear I’m not the only one. I will DEFINITELY be holing up at home though. One year I decided I wasn’t going to be so gloomy and went to a small comedy production. BIG MISTAKE. You shoulda seen the look on the hostess’ face when I wanted a table for one. I felt so conspicuous. It makes me ill just thinking about it years later.
I was with my last SO for five years, and no matter what I did on St. Valentine’s Day, nothing that I did was right.
Either it was the wrong kind of chocolates, or the restaurant was too crowded, or I wasn’t spontaneous enough, or I was too spotaneous and “just threw something together,” or I “ruined the whole evening” because I had to work an hour later than planned . . .
We broke up last year.
Of course everyone needs someone to lavish their affections on, so I got a Golden Retriever. Does he complain because I bought the “wrong” dog biscuit or take him for a walk in the “wrong” park? Hell, no. He worships the ground I walk on. Best relationship I ever got into.