So another Valentine’s Day is here and I am still single, actually I’m in the throes of the failure of my first crush I’ve had since my ex and I broke up almost two years ago. Not surprisingly, today has been an interesting day for me. My mood has vacillated from happily determined to remembering what this day means in my life to love and to moroseness that I cannot quite seem to get this whole “man thing” right. Sometimes I truly wonder if what my “friend” told me many years ago is actually true. Are some of us destined to go through life alone? No long lasting true partner, no children, forever the loner? Yes, he said it to be cruel, but that doesn’t negate the thought. Honestly, at this point in my life I have to wonder… As it is, I’m already coming to the stark realization that there is a pretty good chance that I’ll never have children. Should I also be laying to rest my womanly dreams of the love of a good man, someone to be my partner in this life? Sometimes I wish I had an answer to that question.
Our trip picked up bright and early Monday morning in the navy housing in Norfolk. Imagine being woken by a herd of stampeding wildebeest that laugh, yell, and talk. Now you understand what it is like to sleep in Navy housing. All the same it was good to hear those that are serving with their lives so happy and carefree, not all that different than listening to kids in a college dorm on their way to morning classes. We slept in for a short while longer and then decided to get up and actually do something relatively useful. Kim had to go to work for an undisclosed amount of time, to an undisclosed location, to do some undisclosed military stuff, but she was hoping to get off early so we could all go to the beach. In the meantime Mariah and I decided that we were going to make good on our decision to exercise and such on this vacation. First, we snuck Mo out to pee, which was an operation filled with lots of giggling and worry as we tried not to get caught with a large brown dog peeing in the middle of the lawn. After Operation Mo Pee was over we got down and started planking, doing squats, lunges, and all that jazz. We then decided we were going to go run. At this point it was close to 11am and the sun was out in full force, seeing as how we were next to the ocean it was also obscenely humid. Being the tough ass Minnesota chicks we are, we decided none of that shit mattered and we were going to run anyways. So we ran. It was pretty much completely hellish, but we valiantly completed our run and I’m pretty sure that we managed to amuse several members of our armed service in the process. I’d consider that a win no matter who you are!
This is a bit of a belated post, but I figured I’d go ahead with it anyways. Saint Valentine’s Day is a fairly maligned holiday in a lot of people’s minds. Young children are the only ones who escape the stress of this holiday, for them it’s a day of funny cards and lots of sugar. For the rest of us it’s a time of stress, depression, disappointment, and myriad other not so much fun emotions. If you happen to be single, you’re bombarded with images of candy, flowers, and romantic dinners seemingly designed to impress upon you what a loser you are because you’re alone. If you’re a man, you have to find something to “wow” the lady in your life, whether it be flowers, dinner, jewelry, lingerie or all of the above. For women, it’s deciding what to get the man in your life (extra fun because we all know they buy anything they actually want anyways) finding that perfect outfit or look to drive him wild on this special night, or stressing out about whether or not it’s too early to exchange gifts or not. All in all it’s a bit of a clusterfuck, rife with opportunities to disappoint your loved one or to feel depressed about your inability to find a mate.