THE SINGLE'S DAY SPECIAL.

                       IN THE FOND MEMORY OF:

                           11/11/2013

              Dedicated to everyone who's single and rocking it,

                 May we never run out of beer.

                May the adventures never end.

Happy single’s day. Wait. What? You forgot?

No shit.

    

Now I wouldn’t take stuff like that to heart and soul but had it been the ever famous Valentine’s, you could not have dared to miss it. And how could you. With the confetti flowing not only in the air but also in your coffee, the heart shaped balloons towering over you in the most grotesque fashion, your girlfriend batting her eyelids at the very sight and sound of anything that defines the day of “ louuuuveeee”, I assume even the poor Valentine bloke must be grossly surprised. Yes, missing it would be not only tragic, but rather painful.

Which brings us to the lesser known rival of the Valentine’s day, passing into oblivion without the pomp and show. I stumbled upon it on the internet & bestowing to the tradition of “discussions at the dinner table”, I happened to mention it.

 At the dinner table. 

To my not so single friends.

Bad move.

“What?”                                                                     

“There’s a single’s day? JEEZ really, the kind of stuff they make up.”

“Is that , like, another one of your fantasies?!”

Wow. That kind of disbelief was enough to deter even the most optimistic bloke on the planet; I could almost hear St. Valentine sniggering as I downed another beer.

The unwanted anxiety, however, was only the beginning.

“You need to start dating.”

“You need someone to take care of you”

“ARE YOU GETTING LAID?”

“Are you kidding me, what makes you think he’s getting laid?”

“No that’s not the point, I am just asking!”

“Well, in my opinion, you cannot possibly use pointless banging to replace louuuuuvee.”

“This thing you are doing, is like, sooo unhealthy, which reminds me, hey did you see that new…………”

Ok. Wow. As of now, my life is screwed, thank you very much.

Their endless banter continued while I stared into space, saint-like.

We have evolved, yes, but our basic psychology remains unchanged.

 Translation: You need someone’s lopsided shoulder to keep your fat head on as you successfully watch all the B-grade Bollywood movies in the world. Sad, but true.

The need to evolve and make something better of ourselves has diminished.

“Change?  But for whom? I have the looouuuve of my life handing me tissues as I weep.”

“Fat? He says I am fitter than ever.”   *blush*

“I would rather hang out with him all day long, even if its on the phone.”    *blush* *blush*   **I am in louvvvveee**

Yeah. Do that.

 Sit there while your arse weeps.

 And start shopping for Valentine’s Day; its only 3 months away!

Btw, happy single’s day.

St. Valentine is smirking on his way off to February.