No Valentine, Ok then!!

My day was going fine. I was out of the house by 10 am and I had the whole day planned.

This whole valentine thing really wasn’t getting to me, as a matter of fact the only part of valentine I was looking forward to were the funny tweets or pictures from my iFunny app.  I was even one of those people shaking my head whenever I saw an actual "bitter tweet" not the funny ones. I mean Valentine is a day of love and I don’t think it specifies what type of love or that it is specifically geared towards anyone.

I had been anticipating seeing The Vow since the first time I saw the preview mostly because Channing Tatum is in it and I have loved Rachael McAdams since her days of The Notebook.. To cut the longest story into a kinda long story, at the end of the movie I felt like crap. I mean how could a movie suddenly develop powers that enabled it to completely screw with my mind and mess up my psyche in the most unsatisfying way? It made no sense to me. I can actually admit I felt down, lonely and sorta sad that I didn't have someone and not just that I started questioning myself on decisions I had made in the past month or so. Like was I really ok being by myself right now and maybe if I had just given my number to the guy who wanted it 2 weeks ago then at least someone would care what I was doing tonight right?

With all these thoughts running through my mind as I drive my lonely self home, I put on the radio and the next think I hear is Adele's One and only. I physically rolled my eyes and thought, "This Adele and her soppy love songs". The funny thing is I start thinking about MY one and only and I know for sure I haven’t met him so at that point I caught myself like Jesus, what is wrong with me? I am not one of those women (sorry in advance for whoever might be offended) but I really am not. I don't sulk over men; I don't sit around thinking about men and making that my priority. I am a hopeless romantic and yes I know it will happen for me one day but I know I am slowly getting there. This was just a temporary feeling that will pass before I can figure it out so why even try?

I came to this conclusion, the reason I was feeling like a loser was the combination of these individually wonderful things that when added up with a pinch of loneliness can cause great damage and damaged I was.

So I get home, get in the shower, take the hottest most exhilarating shower I can ever remember taking, wash my beautiful investment while I’m at it; there is something about my bath soap that sends the most amazing tingles down my spine. I then soaked garri with groundnut and some moi moi, put on my India Arie Pandora station, all this including me putting down my thoughts at 2:13am central standard time. I dare you to beat this priceless moment.

Also, just incase someone is silly enough to ask you why you don’t have a valentine, just tell them you have the “somebody’s girl syndrome”. It’s a real disease I tell ya.

PS. My beautiful investment is my weave, 3 packs of virgin Indian hair is nothing to be toyed with ;)