There are a few milestone dates coming up this month that I’m not looking forward to.
One is the day after Valentine’s Day, that being what would have been ADG and my 4th dating anniversary. See how clever we were? The day AFTER V-Day! That way there’s no romantic pressure, see? Ha-ha! It can’t fail!
The second, somewhat ironically, is a few weeks later and marks one year since we broke up. I’m not sure of the day off the top of my head, but I’m sure I have it written down somewhere, followed by a somber note filled with self-loathing and pity. Whatever the date, it was still in February, and only a week or so after our 3rd year together. It was as if we had limped across the finish line to complete the 3rd year, and then promptly died during the victory lap.
The final day I’m not looking forward to is, of course, Valentine’s Day itself. In my 31 years I’ve had, what(?), like 10-12 legitimate V-Day’s where I celebrated with someone I truly loved and cared for. And, of those 10 or 12, I have had exactly one that I would consider a real, honest success. One good Valentine’s Day (with ADG, by the way) out of 10-12.
I’m not saying all the others have been bad mind you, just not up to expectations.
OK, and some of them were bad.
One good thing, though, is that I’m obviously not under any pressure to perform this year. One bad thing, though, is that I’m obviously not under any pressure to perform this year.
And it’s not for lack of trying. I think the latest, 6 month tally is 9.