Disclaimer: This piece is just my rant about V-day - not really for its fanatics.
As soon as the supposed Love month peeked its head, closest friends have bombarded me with love notes and greetings – just to tease. They just all know too well that I am not a fan of such “holiday” – never has been. My take is,why do we only have to shower people with such love on February 14th. Is it not possible to do it everyday?
As of this writing, someone I hardly know handed me a written 4-page “memo” (because it reads as that). Curiously, thinking that it was really a memo (as in work related), I breezed through it and to my surprise (I hate that word!) – it was actually a love letter.
But I have to admit though, he was sweet and brave enough to face and hand me the “memo”. History will tell me, I have the tendencies to scare off boys err men in the workplace by placing my beau’s picture on my table, intimidate them by being a snob or as a former colleague coined it (and to my horror), a “draconian analyst” and it does not help that I am not always the friendliest person in this planet.
After all the flattery words and what-have-you, a painful lightning struck me when I read the “Will you be my Valentine?” crap line. I squinted my eyes as if I was confirming – “did he just ask me to be his effing Valentine?”
Oh well. I rest my case. I don’t mind being tagged as Vday Scrooge anyway.
As of this writing, someone I hardly know handed me a written 4-page “memo” (because it reads as that). Curiously, thinking that it was really a memo (as in work related), I breezed through it and to my surprise (I hate that word!) – it was actually a love letter.
The writer went through all the trouble of pointing out 100 reasons why he “never looked at the other girls” after he got to know me. Ha! My brows curved in unison – I wanted to laugh, smile, smirk and vomit all at the same time. Too much cheesiness! Ulk.
But I have to admit though, he was sweet and brave enough to face and hand me the “memo”. History will tell me, I have the tendencies to scare off boys err men in the workplace by placing my beau’s picture on my table, intimidate them by being a snob or as a former colleague coined it (and to my horror), a “draconian analyst” and it does not help that I am not always the friendliest person in this planet.
After all the flattery words and what-have-you, a painful lightning struck me when I read the “Will you be my Valentine?” crap line. I squinted my eyes as if I was confirming – “did he just ask me to be his effing Valentine?”
That guy who should not be named, asked me if we could dine out this Saturday, February 14th. I told him that while I sincerely appreciate the efforts exerted in writing that 4-page letter, I would have to say no. Not just because he asked me to be his V but out of respect to my beau, who, I think enjoys the idea that I don’t require or expect him for anything on V-day.
To V or Not to V, I'd choose the the latter.
