LadyDarkFire
Literotica Guru
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I think I have discovered what it is that gets me so damn bent out of shape over Valentine's day. It's something that I can only term The Look. It's the look that gets plastered on every face when you have to admit your singe for Valentine's. In a close knit community, this happens alot. It's when everyone in your class, including your proffesor, gives you this look of pity, along with an undertone that seems to scream that they understand your bad mood is because of you being single. It's the look that proceeds the little speeches about how it will be better next year, or how Valentine's can contain Miracles when it comes to love, or (this is my personal worst) how they have a friend who's alone on Valentine's, and SUPRISE, that person is just your type. Of course, said set up can usually fall into the catagory of "and don't worry, his staring problem is nearly gone, he's been working on it since he got off of probation." Is it so bad to be alone on Valentine's and NOT have that be the source of all your pain? I mean, why can't you just be left alone, not bombarded with the falsehoods meant to sooth, not be told to "buck up" because you are still alive? Is it so hard to just walk away, or sit and have a normal conversation with a person? Does it always have to be stupid patronization?