I hate Valentine's Day. As it creeps closer and closer, I find myself bracing for all those engineered Hallmark moments. Cute couples strolling hand-in-hand, candlelit dinners, boxes of chocolates, roses (or any flower, for that matter), declarations of love (on Facebook of course) and cuddly teddy bears.It all makes me want to barf. And it's not just because I'm an angry, bitter single. It's because Valentine's Day is such an obnoxious holiday. It's a marketing ploy that turns people into crazies because for one day a year, they're supposed to remember how much they love each other.
My ideal Valentine's Day goes like this: a nice boy (preferably with dark hair and a really good smile) sitting on my couch, eating takeout, and watching a movie. If V-Day was in the summer, I'd wanna chill on the beach. But not just on February 14th. I hope whoever I end up with remembers that they love me everyday.
Take that, Cupid.
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