Valentine's Day Support Thread

[zeb1094]

Well, back to the point of this thread, which is support...
Now that it's officially February, I'm starting to feel a little shitty about VDay. Last year, ex and I had already decided to split but we were still in the same house. This year, tho, will be my first VDay alone in over a decade. Blech.

Buy yourself some chocolates and some flowers, rent a good movie, sit back with a good glass of wine, munching on the candy and sniffing the flowers watching the movie.

Think about all your friends here on Lit. who will be doing the samething.

 

[sophia jane]

How come I'm the only one who really needs VDay support?

 

[ABSTRUSE]

How come I'm the only one who really needs VDay support?

Why?


My story is in the shitter....I care less.

 

[sophia jane]

Why?


My story is in the shitter....I care less.

Not story support, just emotional support for the damn holiday.
My story's hanging in there; it'd be nice if they did a sweep, tho.

 

[carsonshepherd]

How come I'm the only one who really needs VDay support?

Hahaha. I'm ignoring the damn thing, SJ. Pity my BF, he's lucky if he gets a card.

Seriously though. It seems like if we "have" to do something "romantic" like on a birthday or something, it turns out to be a disaster. The best romantic things are unplanned and spontaneous and with us, usually embarrassingly silly.

*throws girl scout cookies*

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Not story support, just emotional support for the damn holiday.
My story's hanging in there; it'd be nice if they did a sweep, tho.

I You.

 

[sophia jane]

*throws girl scout cookies*

You know how they throw candy and beads from parade floats? I just had an imagine of someone throwing girl scout cookies at me like that. Lol.

 

[carsonshepherd]

You know how they throw candy and beads from parade floats? I just had an imagine of someone throwing girl scout cookies at me like that. Lol.

Mmmmmm Samoas. *drools*

 

[sophia jane]

Mmmmmm Samoas. *drools*

I never liked those. But I can eat a whole lot of thin mints and tagalongs. Way more than I should.

 

[rgraham666]

How come I'm the only one who really needs VDay support?

You're not. As I said on another board I frequent, VDay is 'also good for making people with low self esteem feel even worse abut themselves'.

So I could use some too.

 

[sophia jane]

You're not. As I said on another board I frequent, VDay is 'also good for making people with low self esteem feel even worse abut themselves'.

So I could use some too.

That's very true. It's a cycle for me. I start with thinking about not having a relationship on VDay which leads to thoughts about how unlikely it is for me to have a relationship anytime in the near future which leads to thoughts about "what's wrong with me?" stuff. No fun at all.

 

[rgraham666]

That's very true. It's a cycle for me. I start with thinking about not having a relationship on VDay which leads to thoughts about how unlikely it is for me to have a relationship anytime in the near future which leads to thoughts about "what's wrong with me?" stuff. No fun at all.

I quite understand.

There's always this unspoken assumption that a person is supposed to be part of a couple and you're damaged goods somehow if you're not.

One of the main reasons I got married. And a very bad one as it turned out.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Try working that into your home decor.

ROFL!!!

 

[Svenskaflicka]

That's very true. It's a cycle for me. I start with thinking about not having a relationship on VDay which leads to thoughts about how unlikely it is for me to have a relationship anytime in the near future which leads to thoughts about "what's wrong with me?" stuff. No fun at all.

Try to shift the blame to "what's wrong with all the ones I meet?". Much more healthy.

Denial's a very pleasant place to live in. Nice neighbors, too.

 

[Rope64]

I think St. Valentine's Day is a day with immense untapped potential. If you're in a relationship, shortly before VD ("shortly before VD" -- that would be a good time to stop and think, by any interpretation) you should decide, "Is spending VD with this person (that should almost be, "Is getting VD from this person ...") something that I think will be wonderful?" And if the answer is, "No," you should break up. Yes, you should break up. Now, maybe if you're going on your 20th wedding anniversary and your seven kids are still in school, an exception could be made. But if you're just in the "seeing where this goes" phase, which is where VD is most important ("most often contracted?" No, that would be in the "getting to know you" phase, wouldn't it?), you really should be looking forward to VD (insert joke here) or you should bail out.

Okay, well, big deal, right? Where's the "immense, untapped potential?" Gather 'round, campers; Uncle Rope has a story to tell.

Two VDs ago (insert joke here; and last VD I was attached to the wrong person and what I'd hoped and planned to be a fantastic time was instead flat) I went out with a group of male friends for dinner and drinking. Actually it was the day before VD (insert joke here), but clearly VD was the important matter (insert joke here).

So at dinner, one of my very good friends and fellow deviants gave me a Valentine's Day gift: three pairs of sexy women's underwear (I'm male, if you hadn't checked my profile, and I have the penis to prove it. And I'm not a cross-dresser; probably the least glimpse at how I normally dress would convince anyone that, as little thought as I give to my clothes, no way could gender identity enter into it.) from Victoria's Secret (apparently they conveniently have a "3 for $10" sale on such items throughout the month of January) in a nice box wrapped by a big silk ribbon with a bow.

Okay, so, "Ha ha, very funny," and I set the box aside. And then after dinner we all went to our regular bar, which is one of the grimier establishments in a rather trendy area, and whose clientele is normally older guys (among whom I choose not to number myself, although my attitude on this is possibly not universal) and young punks with lots of tattoos and body piercings. On this night, however, there were quite a few hot young women, including a couple groups of them.

After a few drinks, I decided that it was time to inventory the panties I'd been given. So out came the box, and I began checking the individual items for the technological innovations that may have occurred since the last time I actually had the opportunity to handle women's underwear.

And this was when it started to get surreal. An obscenely young, obscenely beautiful woman came up to me and said, "Excuse me -- why are you looking at women's underwear?"

I was pretty much taken at unawares by this, so I fumbled a few things about how a dear friend had given them to me as a gift, etc., etc., until finally I recovered my footing and went into Full Bullshit Mode (FBM™). For the rest of that evening, I was the world's greatest underwear salesman. Oh, the nonsense I was spewing -- did you know the bow in the front is actually a safety feature? I presented that young woman with a pair of the underwear, as I did to the two other women -- each more obscenely young and obscenely beautiful than the one before her -- who followed her, with helpful comments about which pair seemed most to fit each one's style.

And when the underwear was all gone, the most obscenely young, most obscenely beautiful woman in the whole bar complained that she hadn't gotten a pair, so I, chivalrously, presented the broad silk ribbon and bow around her fair neck.

Now, I was just having fun that night, and I must give kudos to my friends who were good enough to retreat to the degree that they did not feel morally compelled to shout, "Stay away from this man! He's EVIL!" as they later recounted to me was their inclination to do. But these were women at the age at which Mother Nature has conspired over millenia to give them the look that says, "Bring me a wildebeast flank and mount me like a stallion." And maybe there was something to my age in the equation, too: I'm probably at an age that gives me the look that, for a man, says, "I know the ways of hunting the wildebeast; let me mount you like a stallion and you shall dine nightly on wildebeast flank!" as opposed to the look of younger men, which says, "I can outrun any man, but damn those wildebeast are fast!" Anyway, this was the most prime hook-up field I have ever in my life seen.

And it makes a lot of sense: we have this very powerful, Hallmark-sponsored notion of what VD is supposed to be like (insert joke here), and the accompanying feeling of missplacement for those who do not have that experience. Single women are already, by the events just recounted, doing the reasonable thing: going out and making themselves available. What must follow is for single men to follow the herd, as evolution ought well to have trained us to do, and reward these women to the best of our ability for making themselves available. And when that dynamic is well established, attached people will more readily be able to weigh what they expect of their current lovers against the possibilities of the year's most prime night for hunting.

Absolutely true story, by the way.

 

[sophia jane]

Well I'm surviving. But I gotta tell you- it's so far worse than I expected. And I plan on opening the bottle of vodka tonight.

 

[Kev H]

How come I'm the only one who really needs VDay support?

This is really a long shot, but I am going to try to cheer you up in some insane fashion. I am going to be really evil here for a second and share something with you.

The best timing ever, I received an email from my ex-girlfriend yesterday (background: we dated for 3 years, lived together for some of that, parted and became friends with benefits for another year, and then I stopped talking to her when she would not stop being a neurotic bitch). I thought, oh shit, what does she want now? But it turned out to be a mass email about her recent "discoveries" in life.

I could just tell from the wording that she was stoned out of her mind (probably being a constant state with her at this point); she talked about discovering important things about herself in all the misery and isolation she was living in (with some wastoid guy, fyi). I could tell she was trying to be deep and trying to make sense, but the only way to really understand it was ignore every third word that did not belong in that sentence (or run-on).

And I smiled to myself, even knowing I should be filled with pity. I wasn't however; I was extremely relieved that she had no part of my life or heart any more. It was liberating, and though I won't send her a "thank you," she really helped me celebrate V-Day. Anything is better than spending V-Day with her.

*shrugs* So maybe if you are twisted enough, you can relate with a past love, focusing on how lucky you are to not be with them any longer.

Ah well, I tried...

Kev

 

[rgraham666]

Well I'm surviving. But I gotta tell you- it's so far worse than I expected. And I plan on opening the bottle of vodka tonight.

*HUGS* sophia.

I'm finding it tough as well. But I'll get through it.

You will too.

 

[cloudy]

my theme song:

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

 

[sophia jane]

*shrugs* So maybe if you are twisted enough, you can relate with a past love, focusing on how lucky you are to not be with them any longer.

Ah well, I tried...

Kev

Thanks for the attempt.

 

[Guest]

SJ : enjoy the vodka at least. Crank call an old boyfriend!

I remember a frustrating V-Day. I wasn't in a relationship, so I asked a female friend also not in a rrelationship to dinner. She was 15 years younger than me, so we really didn't intereest each other as a SO.

Having agreed to meet her at the restaurant, I arrived early and was having a drink in the bar when i struck up a wonderful conversation with a sexy, single woman my age. I explained how I was there, and she was there to meet her daughter. Before I could get her phone number, my date and her daughter arrived about the same time.

I joined my friend and had an enjoyable dinner, but I always wished I could have run into that woman again. Alas...

 

[sophia jane]

SJ : enjoy the vodka at least.

I'm only sad that I can't start on the vodka now. And also sad that I didn't plan ahead and stock the freezer with Ben and Jerry.

 

[ElizabethWest]

And if we don't have a sweetie, the greeting card industry tells us we should feel like crap.

Yeah, I feel like crap.

 

[zeb1094]

Yeah, I feel like crap.

*hugs* es

Be my Valentine?!?

 

[ElizabethWest]

*hugs* es

Be my Valentine?!?

Yay!! I finally had an offer!!





Thanks Zeb.