Firing Squad?

I suppose because dateless people on Valentine's Day are so horrible, they need to be shot. As everyone keeps reminding me, I no longer count as an honorary member because I up and got myself a case of the marrieds. Right. Alex points out that we aren't exactly sharing the same breathing space yet at the moment so technically speaking we couldn't go on a date.

Which is why I ended up being a fag hag par excellence last Saturday. Spent the afternoon on the sidelines, sour-graping and pointing out which people are gay. Or ugly. Or just not worth it. You know those couples where the girlfriend is clinging on limpet-like to her boyfriend who happens to be wearing a semi-tight pink polo shirt, and the kinda outfit that just screams he isn't straight? Dahling... your boyfriend. Is. Gay. Funny how many couples actually fit that bill. And they were all walking by so giddy, holding bouquets. I felt like screaming. Yes, I was bitter, leave me alone.

Still, there's room for happy moments... because Chucky was in town for the weekend. Yay! That cheered me up a little. Would've been nice to spend a little more time together just gabbing, but oh well. I shan't complain about that!

Hope your day o' love went better than mine did. I would like to think you spent it in a seedy motel with chipped mirrors on the ceiling, followed by the walk of giddy shame at 3AM. Viva!