When I was little I LOVED Valentine's Day. I always had a Valentine who ADORED me-- my mom. I would wake up to find a bag of sweets and possibly a small present by my bed every February 14th. Then middle school came. I still got gifts from Mom, but it didn't help when girls around me were getting gifts from their first boyfriends. The world seemed so cruel. And in high school I had a boyfriend for 2 years, whom I loved so much. Things were perfect, until I realized he sucked with Valentine's Day. He'd give me stupid gifts like candles and jewelry, both of which I HATE. So no matter what, it's been a huge disappointment, and I'm always hoping that the next year will be the one that I have the dream Valentine and the dream Valentine's Day.

Well, not this year. I have a hot date with an Econ 101 exam. Sexy, I know. It's my first year of college. If this V-day isn't spent on a romantic date, it should be spent in the lounge of my dorm with my hallmates, some good chick flicks, and everyone's two favorite men, Ben and Jerry. Instead, I'll be analyzing charts with sweaty palms under the watchful eye of my GSI Todd. Very Sexy.

It's around this time that I start to loathe couples. My friend Hannah is a prime example. She doesn't go to school at UofM, but she is a constant reminder to me of my singledom. She is now the infamous "We"-Girl. Yeah, you know, the chick who somehow loses all ability to use the pronoun "I". I called her the other day asking her advice about the super-cute guy I have been awkward with ever since he and I locked lips. Her response? "Oh, that sucks. OMG so WE went shopping and bought the BEST lingerie for V-day." Gag me with a spoon.

And then there's the couples walking around campus, sipping coffee together at Starbucks after dinner, in my all-girl dormitory's dining hall gazing at each other from across their booths. They kiss as they part ways in the Diag. They hold hands at parties and isolate themselves from the world. So far, my attached friends have ruined my life this year. The one football Saturday I wanted to go tailgating, my friend B called at 4am telling me her bf was just leaving and that she was TOO TIRED to go and had to cancel. My friend P and his gf were constantly fighting and he was constantly putting me in the middle of it, asking my advice, having me go to parties with both of them and having me not tell her when he cheated on her with some bimbo. My friend M is never around and constantly visiting her bf at his nearby college. My friend J can only talk about her bf and how badly she wants to stay together with him. I am surrounded by people who change their manner for the people who are with them temporarily. They have become assholes. And yet, they are the ones who will be overwhelmingly happy on February 14th, while I sit in a lecture hall with supply and demand curves dancing in front of my weary eyes.

This sucks.

This post was originally written by E3
University of Michigan · Undecided · 05 Feb 2007