The Anti-Valentine

I went to the Mahim Social 2007 this past weekend, a Valentine's dance, and I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate the big V-day (not to be confused with the other V-day). At the end of the dance, I saw these two little red hearts (see exhibit A, left) and thought to myself, "Woah, these are some friggin' big candies!" and promptly stuffed them into my purse to eat later. Tonight I figured it was photoshoot night and proceeded to take some pics in the spirit of Valentine's Day. Afterwards, I wondered what flavour they might be. Could it be strawberry? Cherry? Or maybe cinnamon? I licked one only to find out that what I thought were freaking rocks of candy were in fact useless pieces of glass in the shape of hearts. The worst part is that I failed to notice the glitter that decorated the part I licked. :(

In my short lifetime of 24 years, I can't say I've ever had very fond memories of Valentine's Day. Not terrible ones. But not ones filled with bouquets of flowers, gushy compliments or love sick poems. And do I care? Not really. I caught my friend Friday on msn with the name, "the Anti-Valentine" accompanied with a picture of a strawberry with a bullet going through it. Why I asked? He went into some rant about the whole commercialization of the day, and I forget what else. Yes, so as some of us singles spend Valentine's Day, trying to not be bitter, or celebrating it with friends, I-- the truly lucky one, will be welcoming the day by trying to remove the glitter from my tongue! :P ... :(