This morning as I entered the Student Center after class to check my mailbox, a guy opened the door for me. He didn’t do the whole enter first, then prop-it-so-I-can-catch-it-thing. No. He pulled the door open, looked at me, and gestured for me to enter. It was probably the most romantic thing to happen to me… well… in a very long while. Maybe ever, actually.
It’s Valentines Day, which means love is in the air. Campus is decked out in cutout hearts, friends are giving each other cards, and I’ve overheard multiple conversations between male classmates trying to one-up each other on their efforts to impress their vegan girlfriends. (One guy acted all macho because he was going to make a salad with raspberry vinaigrette instead of ranch dressing… oh so classy.)
The funny thing about today is that for people without lovers, it inspires all sorts of angst. “Single Awareness Day” they call it. All the talk of romance brings out all sorts of insecurities.
As for myself, I find myself single for the 21st Valentines Day in a row. Am I bitter? Am I depressed? Am I drowning myself in chocolate and romantic comedies?
I mean… I’d like a romantic relationship any more than the next girl, but for the most part, I’m happy being single. I always have been. Why? Well, when you plan on getting married someday (which I do), that means you only get to be single for a certain amount of time. Going solo can be lonely at times, yes, but it also enables you to do all sorts of awesome things… like move to Europe! Which I totally did! Dating or Europe? Dating or Europe? Sorry, but Europe wins hands-down. (Although if I happened to be dating someone and we happened to go to Europe together… I’d be cool with that.)
I’ve had some pretty odd Valentines Days.
When I was sixteen, I spent the day with my nose entrenched in Les Misérables (unabridged). Now, this scenario has lots of potential. I could have been at the part that describes Fantine’s lover who abandoned her. Or, I could be experiencing Marius and Cosette’s beautifully written first encounter. But… can you guess what part I was stuck on? If you guessed the fifty page deviation Hugo takes where he describes all the details of convent life, you’d be right on the spot. Let me tell you, nuns aren’t very romantic–especially when there’s fifty pages about them.
Then there’s last year, where I judged a high school speech meet on February 14th. The categories I weighed in on were Prose and Drama. Do you know what those speeches contain? Death. Rape. Suicide. Parental abuse. Drug abuse. Alcohol abuse. More death. More rape. More abuse. Talk about getting in the romantic mood, right?
As for this year…
I’ve got a date with Mrs. Dalloway, plans to watch a zombie movie with a friend, and (as you already know) a random guy opened a door for me. So until I someday have a special someone to share this holiday with, I think this year sounds about perfect.