I have a date for Valentine’s Day. With a very handsome and clever guy. He was available, and so was I. I haven’t had any for over a year now, so it was high due, and we both couldn’t wait much longer.
Did I mention he is also my dentist?
Arwin, excuse this absolutely shameless hijack, but how would a gal go about getting some of… you know, what you’re getting on Monday? I mean, I’ve been waiting kind of a while myself, but I don’t like the idea of just going with the first one I happen to find, you know?..
Oh heck, this is no time to be coy. How does one go about getting a recommendation for a good dentist here in the Netherlands? Especially one who speaks English?
There are people who would kill for mounds of curls. Anyway, what you are doing with the cards is cool in my book. Serious now, not kidding.
V-Day has had precious little meaning for me since my grade school days in the thick of the post-1960s self-esteem culture. We used to buy 79c packets of little ducky-bunny-doggie-kitty cards and present them, in person and signed, to everybody in the class we didn’t out-and-out hate. Everybody got some, everybody gave some.
Curiously, the utopia of infinite social possibility hinted at by by this little experiment never arrived. :dubious:
That was when I was in high school. Now I definitely know what to do with them, and wouldn’t trade them for the world. I may not be beautiful but I like to think my hair makes up for it. Check me out in the Photo thread!
Those bastards!! I’ll get them for this! I’ll…I’ll bite their knees off!
Oh well. I just bought a 1 litre bottle of Black Bush, dug up a couple of Joseph Heller and Kafka novels, and have laid in enough wood for a good, roaring fire. If anybody pops in to wish me a happy Valentine’s Day, I’m going to toast them with the whisky, hack their limbs off with a machete, and toss them in the fire. The bastards. They had it coming to them.
I might wear a kilt, too. Just for the whole, je ne sais quai of it.
Stranger
How you doin?
Boy, does amarinth ever hit it squarely on the head. It isn’t Valentine’s Day per se that bothers me. It’s the reminder that all these people have relationships, and that they’ll be making plans for the all the days of the year, not just this day, and I won’t, and I may never, and this day that’s hyped to hell-and-gone is rubbing my nose in this fact until its raw. The nose, that is, not the day.
It isn’t even the being alone part that’s so bad, it’s the being lonely part.
Fuck Valentine’s Day. Fuck Hallmark. I remember elementary schoold and not getting valentines like everyone else did. The one year I did was because the teachers told everyone to make or buy a valentine for everyone. And, while we’re at it, Fuck DeBeers, too, on general principles.
I saw a great t-shirt in Hot Topic yesterday:
Diamonds: She’ll Pretty Much Have To
Aaaaaahhhh. That was awesome even if it lasted only 10 minutes, I have been left with nothing to complain! I still feel him on my teeth! And for the rest, well if you read all my posts, you can judge for yourself and I wouldn’t just be the first one you’d happen to find … And hey, it just so happens I’m available tonight.
Oh wait, you mean something else.
It’s more like that you are lucky to find one that has room for you as a patient at all. Though that depends on where you live of course. Most dentists here are good, it’s tough to become one in the first place.
I get the impression of mine that he’s a bit exceptional though - when I first met him, he looked into my mouth and told me my full dental history, to scaringly accurate detail (it’s not all that obvious, most other dentists did worse even with looking at my records).
Oh and you’d be hard pressed to find a dentist who does not speak English. It’d have to be one near his or her pension. 
[Alec Guiness] Is it safe? [/Alec Guiness] :eek:
Did you see that Ron White bit where he was talking about how to interpret diamond commercials?
“Diamonds: Render her speechless.
Why not just say what they really mean? Diamonds: That’ll shut her up.” 
Um, that should be Laurence Olivier, not Alec Guinness.
But apropos, nonetheless.
Stranger
I’m getting a bit of a chill. It’s kind of drafty, actually. But very comfortable. 
And convenient. :eek:
Well, if that were ever called for. I’m like Batman, only no one ever flashes the Bat-Signal. 
Stranger
You know, I thought I’d escaped the Valentine’s Day Curse. I mean, I’m in a relationship with a nice, wonderful guy. (Hang in there, folks, and remember I’m 40, so I’m wa-a-ay too familiar with being single and lonely!) What could go wrong?
There’s a reason I never ask the universe that question. I’m posting from home. I’ve got the flu. Right now, I think you could fry an egg on the back of my neck. The original plan was the guy I’m seeing and another old friend were going to come over tonight and the three of us were going to have dinner and do laundry. Instead, I’m going to dose myself up to the nines and sleep.
How bad is this curse? Let me put it this way. The Valentine’s Day I spent hospitalized for clinical depression wasn’t the worst Valentine’s Day of my life. It may not even make the top 5!
Oh well. I’ll just think of tomorrow when the chocolate and flowers will be half off and the stupid hype will be over with.
CJ
All you Valentine’s Day haters need to read this.
I shall be celebrating Dies Irae.
Well I spent the day alone at work (I work in a school and we’re on half term so no kids or teachers to talk to), and now I’ve got a Cisco exam (or I will have in 10 minutes), so today would be a pretty crap day, even if it wasn’t Valentine’s Day.
I believe we should extend the fine institution of Scrooge beyond Christmas. Therefore:
Bah, humbug.