Valentine’s Day

In case you weren’t aware, it is in fact Valentine’s Day. And, for the first time in many years I don’t have a Valentine.

I often get asked why I don’t have a boyfriend, usually by random Spaniards on the street who then ask if they can be my boyfriend. I always think that’s such a silly question. It’s like asking me why I don’t have a cat. I don’t like cats.

Being in a relationship is hard work, and I’m not particularly good at it. Not that I have anything against it, nor do I have any resentment towards the happy couples sharing their love on Facebook today. I just firmly believe that now is not the time for me to be in a relationship.

Now is the time to go out with boys and never call them again, to make eyes at strangers on the metro just because you can and to flirt endlessly at the bar because that 20 euro mojito isn’t going to buy itself.

Therefore, I proceeded to celebrate Valentine’s Day like any self-respecting single lady would.

Last night, I saw Cincuenta Sombres de Grey, also know as Fifty Shades of Grey. I went into it with rather low expectations, like most things in life really, and actually thought it was pretty good. The directing and cinematography were well done and it was basically a really high quality porno, like the kind you have to pay for. Now a few parts were a bit much, like the whole physical and mental abuse thing, but I thought the ending had some redeeming qualities.

To continue my celebration, I fixed myself dinner tonight: ravioli and wine, neither of which were very good, and binged watched Bates Motel on Netflix.

My roommate, Pablo, invited me to his theater to watch a comedy that he directed, which is where I’m headed tonight. Later, my girlfriends and I are going to a club called Razzmattazz. I know that’s going to be a good time, because Razzmatazz is also the name of my favorite crayola crayon color.

Anyhoo, I hope you all had a lovely Valentine’s Day with that special someone. Even if that special someone is named Jack, José or Johnnie, or even if you’re your own special someone.

Also, a dozen roses showing up at my doorstep doesn't hurt.
Is it really Valentine’s Day without roses?