Today is D-Day. Whether you're single, in a relationship or in the purgatory that is somewhere in between, Valentine's Day can be hell.
If you're single, seeing all the fucking teddy bears, flowers, chocolates, couples dressed up for their dinner reservations feels like a serious slap in the face.
If you're in a relationship, all that can feel like a slap in the face too...because maybe your boo didn't do any of that for you.
If you're somewhere in between, there's no rules on how things are supposed to go. And the pressure is intense.
Even though it's just a (semi-fake) holiday! So why does it matter so much!?
So maybe one guy doesn't do much for Valentine's Day. Well another remembered Sweetest Day, which I could actually care less about, right before he asked me if I'd be OK polyamory. Um, no thank you. So really, a guy remembering holidays doesn't mean that much.
Or so I'm trying to convince myself. But then I log onto gmail and Facebook and Instagram, and I feel like red and pink hearts are being shoved down my throat and getting lodged there.
Fuck that bullshit. I vow from now on to keep my expectations as low as fuck.
Also, ladies, you can wear purple, pink and red with your red hair. Don't listen to any of the "rules". Light shades of pink and mauve look great, and red on red can look spectacular.