Valentine's Day

With Valentine's Day just around the corner, men across the world are raiding local florists and purchasing heart shaped chocolates to give to their adoring girlfriends, (or boyfriends).  For loved-up couples, the 14th of February is the most anticipated and amorous day of the year. After all, what's not to love about red roses, expensive jewellery and reinacting the scene from the Lady and the Tramp, as you lovingly feed your partner spaghetti? Well, everything if you are single! 


Being single on Valentine's Day for men isn't half as big of a trauma as it is for women. For women, the 14th of February is just another reminder that they are in fact alone, unloved and a real life version of Bridget Jones. Even going to the local shop you can't escape the array of pink and red gifts, fluffy teddy bears or sickeningly cheesy cards on offer. Yet however "cheesy" or "corny" a single girl may label a Valentine's card, the truth of the matter is that they would without a doubt jump at the chance of receiving an excruciatingly cringey card, rather than to stand empty handed as they are humiliated watching their mother or even grandma receive one from their husbands.

For a girl, being alone on Valentine's Day means shutting yourself off from the rest of the world and watching numerous rom coms whilst devouring the whole of Tesco's confectionery aisle. (Not that it makes anyone feel any better). Shamefully, this year I was rather looking forward to watching Titanic in 3D at the cinema with my best friends, only to be disappointed that it isn't released until April. Despite the Titanic being one of the greatest love stories of all time, you have to question whether Rose really deserved Jack? It's possible that my bitterness towards Rose comes from envy, but who in their right mind would let go of Leonardo DiCaprio?! As Regina George would say, it's "social suicide". 

"I'll never let go"...erm yes you did, bitch!

So this Valentine's Day, for the second year running, I will be waiting on lovers at candle-lit tables, whilst I try my utter best not to purposefully spill boiling hot soup down the girl with the Leonardo DiCaprio lookalike boyfriend.

By no means is this intended to make you feel sorry for all the Bridget Jones's out there, after all, they get their Mark Darcy in the end.