Ah, that time has arrived. Break out the candles, wine and Channing Tatum movies because it is officially Valentine’s Day and a majority of us are cursing at the happy girls receiving their boxes of chocolates.
At first it’s kind of like: hey, it’s just another day who really cares, right? I’m still fabulous.. Look at my outfit. Who needs a date?
And then that Oh-So-Dreamy-Chemistry guy starts walking towards you, and you begin to charge towards him: “It’s about to go down, this boy is mine.”
And, he walks up to another girl….so you scratch him off the Available Cutie List.
Keep your cool though. It’s just one guy, right? Of course, until you run into your ex on campus and he makes a snotty remark on a sour subject….(yikes!)
Once he leaves, the madness sets in. It’s Valentine’s Day, and you’re single….again.
You go insane, take a girl’s rose and set it on fire. “It’s just a damn flower!” You shout at her, “What? You’ve never seen a flower before? It’s not that special!”
Not exactly your proudest moment…just walk it off.
You eventually stop worrying, because there are much worse things than being single on Valentine’s Day. Maybe next year, or not. Who knows? Tomorrow is another day that won’t be filled with chocolates and candy-grams, and that girl will probably forget all about how you burned her flower in the middle of campus and shouted at her.
and besides….it looks like Hot Chemistry Guy and his girlfriend are breaking up…