THAT day

The Black Dog's been stalking me today.

I think a large part of it is the impending low which is associated with THAT day. For the 34th year running I will be single on Valentines Day. It's just co-incidence that I have been single every year on February 14th and unless some miracle happens in the next 28 hours then I will be spending the evening with my parents again.

I'd like to say it's just another day, but the truth of it is that, thanks to commercialism, the significance is rubbed in your face at every turn.

The other day I even had to listen, at length to 2 people arranging a swingers party for that day. Not necessarily the most romantic event, but they will certainly be getting more action than me! He'll, most people will be getting more action than me, but that's not what bothers me.
I've said it before, companionship is more important to me than sex. I find sex with someone I don't love to be very unfulfilling.
What I want is someone special to share these special events with, even if they were invented to sell chocolates, flowers and cards...