In the last hour Cosmo has informed me what meal to cook on Valentine's Day for my man, what knickers to wear whilst cooking said meal and how to then seductively lead my, now full-bellied, man to the bedroom and give him the night of his life. What Cosmo hasn't told me is how many biscuits I can shove down my throat to try and soak up the misery of not actually having a man, how long I can refuse to get of my pyjamas for post Valentine's day, whether it's socially acceptable to cry like a baby in the middle of the town centre having bashed my head on yet another pink heart and whether I can drunk dial the ex after two bottles of wine and beg him to please just pretend to love me because it's the 14th February and being single feels pants!!! Sigh. I've barely packed away the Xmas decorations. Lay off with the pink decorations will you? Maybe I'll be lucky enough to wake up and fine one of these in my post box....
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I think being single can be excellent. There again, so can being with someone (if I remember rightly)
I'm just being a big grump. Having one of those weeks...
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