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Okay, now that the obnoxious metallic red hearts are coming down off of every picture window display I’ve crossed paths with in the last month I can choose to look back at Valentines Day with a slightly more positive perspective. C’mon, give a girl credit for trying.

I did get lots of cute text messages from fellow girlfriends around the world proclaiming each other as our own true loves and soul mates. As much as we all admit this is a consolation prize (put us in an arena with George Clooney and I guarantee clumps of hair would fly), I do love the thought that I am never completely alone and- guys take a morbid note- my funeral would be a great place to pick up chicks!

I tried to be unselfish and called my grandmother while waiting for the train after work. Inevitably, it arrived as soon as she answered, but I did get thirty seconds to wish her a good day. This officially alleviated my, “You never call, I loved getting your last letter…” guilt complex for at least a month.

I got a surprisingly good bottle of champagne for under ten dollars, choosing purely based on which label was the most aesthetically pleasing.

My mom and dad went out on a date, and I can just picture them gazing across the table over a gigantic Italian meal, stealing bites off of each others plates and laughing at having chosen pants with elastic waste bands. If there was ever a model of love that I would concur deserves a day devoted to celebrating, it would be theirs.

So to all who had a romantic, spectacular, memorable Valentines Day, I applaud you. And if not, you’ve got 364 blissful days until it returns.

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