Because, Eva Luna , if I have to be single, and very probably die alone and not have my body found for weeks on end, and then only be discovered when the neighbours phone the council to complain about the smell, I’m damn well taking you all down with me.
Who wants to be the first to tell me “you’ll feel differently when you meet the right one”? Come on, I dare you.
Um, you guys know I’m not entirely serious, right? Because otherwise I’m coming across as completlely psychotic.
eat, drink and be merry!!!
I like your style, young lady. We need a posse of bitter, cynical dopers to head out on the 14th and reclaim the day from the terminally smug attached ones.
There’s at least one participant in that thread who’s only doing it so that he can pretend, for a few brief, hollow, empty moments, that someone out there cares about him. Before he goes off to finish a bottle of whisky and weep bitterly into the small hours of the morning, that is.
(And, of course, people are willing to fight for the hand of Jennyrosity. Are they willing to fight over me? Are they 'eck as like.)
(Yes, I do have sound reasons for feeling bitter right now. No, I’m not going to say what they are, althought you can probably guess … )
Well, its better to have to have loved and lost than never to have lov - ** OW!**
Awww Steve, that sucks. Come on over to my place; I’m not so big on the whisky, but how about drowning your sorrows in chocolate? I’ll cook and everything; any requests? And God forbid I should hang out on V-day with anyone named Dave, so you’d be doing a good deed.
Jenny’s dire predictions for herself just happened to remind me of some V-Day advice my mother gave me about eight years ago, when she happened to call and was surprised to find me in my dorm room, rather than out on the town …
“You need to shut up, stop whining, put on some makeup, do your hair, and stop dressing like a boy or you’re going to DIE ALONE with forty cats and a house full of newspapers.”
My loving mother, ladies and gentlemen.
Well, being single on V-day may suck, but it still beats what I did last year on V-day; go in to the gynecologist and get poked to make sure I was still cancer-free. Wasn’t the kind of poking I might have hoped for, but oh well.
Well, I’m signed up over in the Doper Valentines thread, but surely not because I think I will find the love of my life (or of the moment!) out of it! I’ll send off a card to Steve to read whilst he’s drinking his whisky. 
I don’t have any plans for VDay, but it probably won’t be anything different than a typical Saturday night. If I know of some friends getting together, I’ll go do that. But more than likely I’ll just hang out at home and pop in a DVD.
I’m not particularly bitter about it, but sure, it would be dandy to have a hot date that night, that’s for sure! 
Nah, I hear you but she’s more of a friend and I haven’t seen her in a while and it’s a good excuse to go eat.
:senses evil eyes from thread participants:
:backs out of thread slowly, covering genitals:
I’m going to spend StV as I have every Saturday for the last two months–driving to Toronto to check references on my dissertation.
But it’s going to be different this time. It’s the last research trip I’ll have to do, hopefully forever. Hooray!
Yeah what he said - except I am 26 and female.
And I could beat Jennyrosity with the bitterness as well
I think Valentines Day is a great opportunity for poker night…but I don’t think I know enough single (and interested) people to get a game going. So, it’ll probably be a DVD and a six-pack. Or maybe martini’s instead, but then you run the risk of breaking out the Patsy Cline and Hank Williams Jr. at about midnight. But is that really a bad thing?
ValDay? I’m going to be drawing or working on my DVD-authoring or reading or hanging out on the Straight Dope, as usual. I might go out and get a burger or take in a movie, but, other than that, nothing unusual.
I used to be really bitter and cynical about ValDay, and could equal Jennyrosity in the bitter intensity of my righteous fire to burn the romantic smugness of Them from the face of the earth.
Now I’m merely going to treat it as another day in the unending succession of days. If something good happens, fine. If not, well, that’s normal too.
My house, which is now almost entirely single, is having a huge-ass party. Lust only. No love allowed.
Ralf Wiggums has received more Valentines than I have. You can probably guess the rest.
Had it taken care of months ago, when I bought my subscription for the symphony. No current plans to take anybody, as I usually end up having just as good a time alone.
May pop into Scuba_Ben’s valentine thread for kicks. Oh, and speaking of which, send my mother a card.
for as long as I can remember I have been the female version of Charlie Brown on V Day. So finally i decided one year that if you can’t beat them, Make Everyone Happy (see below).
well, shifts have been cut at the bookstore in the mall where i work (as it’s no longer CHRISTMAS, thank goodness), so in an attempt to get more working hours, I bargained with my bosses - i told them i would dress up as cupid if they put me on for saturday.
my version of cupid debuted my senior year in high school. i wore a red tshirt, a red plaid skirt, black sh*tkicker boots, red tights with black fishnets over top, red lipstick, pink heart stickers and tiny red rhinestones on the outsides of my eyes, red streaks in my hair. then, to top it off, i had a pair of feathered white wings (only about 6 inches big - broke off of an angel) and safety pinned them to the back of my shirt. so i was cupid’s punky little sister, i guess.
i bought 2 bags of hershey’s kisses and walked around all day giving “kisses” to people. my most single friends could not possibly be miserable - i couldn’t even be miserable, i was having too much fun. i looked damn cute, too. there was a guy i had a crush on and, in an effort to pick him up, i walked up to him and said “Thomas, let’s make out,” winked and dumped a bunch of kisses into his hands. He didn’t get it :smack: It took me all day to get up the balls to do that, too. Nimrod . . .
so, after explaining that to my bosses, they loved the idea (marketing ploy?) and said i was scheduled for that day (this is about a month prior to the actual Valentines Day that i will be working). i said “well shoot, it’s not like i’ll have a date for that day anyway” and karen, my one manager, joked “well, by the end of the night you might snag one.”
. . . well, Charlie Brown never gave up hope.
Actual conversation from just last night:
**R: **When’s the next PTQ? (that’s short for Pro-Tour Qualifier, a Magic card tournament).
**CrazyMonkey: **It’s on Valentine’s Day. You going? Oh wait, you have a girlfriend.
**R: **Actually, she got stuck working 12 hours that day – I’m free!
**CrazyMonkey: **Awesome!
**Friends: **Sweet! Excellent! high-fives are exchanged
**R: **Yeah, it’s cool. She got stuck with that same shift on her last birthday.
**Friends: ** more high-fives You’re so lucky!
Well, although I, personally, would gladly travel thousands of miles for the mere pleasure of your company … I’m afraid my bank manager might have other ideas.
Looks like lonely and bitter might be the way to go.
:: sigh ::