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Saint Valentine It's that time of year again.
What time of year, you ask?
Well, in years past I might say it's that time of year when we pay homage to the patron saint of over-priced greeting cards and crappy chocolate. You know, the time of year when we feel terrible about ourselves if we don't have some particularly sexy plans for February 14th.
But not this year. This year I'm secure in my single-hood, and finding joy and excitement in the calm space around me. I'm spending time with friends I love, creating excellent works of art, and remaining excited and focused on my spiritual development.
In years past I might feel slightly (or profoundly) nauseous, perhaps downright angry while walking past the grocery store aisles of glowing pink and red. In years past I might have said, "Excellent. An entire DAY dedicated to pointing out how pathetic and lonely we are?! Kick ass!"
But instead I find myself smiling. Looking forward to the time that will come soon... the time when I surprise the love of my life with a weekend away at a bed and breakfast, hot tub, champagne and over-the-top romance included. Not just for Valentine's Day. But on any ole just-because-I-love-you day.
In years past I have wanted to throw rocks at the lovey-dovey couples, flare my nostrils and pout. I've even tried to scramble to force love-connections where there were none! (can you imagine doing something so silly?)
But this year I know that the things I'm longing for won't come easily, and I'm in no rush. I imagine relaxed Saturday mornings in bed, cuddling with my loved one and a crossword. I imagine a time, many years from now, when I'll read a bed-time story to her pregnant belly. I imagine buying our first home and looking forward to the end of each day - coming home to that home, and to her. Between now and then, I look forward to hearing every thought in her head.
For now my relaxed Saturday mornings in bed are spent alone. And I'm okay with that... the dog takes up enough room as it is.
Though I still think the commercialization is pretty ridiculous (especially considering no one even knows *who* Saint Valentine actually was), and it creates an undo amount of relationshippy pressure... I like the thought of it. I do, after all, love love.
So if you have the love of your life on this Valentine's Day, enjoy her. Cherish her, hold her, never let her go. Be grateful. I'll consider it a personal favor.
And if you're like me and you haven't met your match just yet, don't worry. You will. She's on her way. As I always like to say, whenever you think there isn't someone for everyone, just think of Siegfried and Roy. If a gay lion tamer can meet another gay lion tamer, isn't there hope for us all?

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