A Big Heart-Shaped Slap in the Face
I couldn’t resist sharing this well worded rant that expresses exactly how I feel. Brilliant!
Valentine’s day. It’s one of those occasions that you either enjoy post-sex in the arms of your exhausted other half or hate with your fellow singletons slugging cheap wine from Aldi. I’ve experienced both over the years so I ponder what the big issue is with this rose-buying-chocolate-indulging-candle-lit-dining-day?
When you’re single, Valentine’s day is one big heart-shaped slap in the face. It’s everything you’ve tried to forget all shoved into one over-priced, sickly day with everyone pretending that their husband’s hairy carpet-like back is the most attractive thing since Dappy’s naked picture. It’s ready to spill into your day whether you want it to or not with people eating each other’s faces on the bus in the most unattractive of ways. It is a whole twenty four hours of tongue twisting, breast groping, wet lip kissing and public displays of fully clothed straddling. Every shop you walk into is wishing…
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