The Approach of VD

i affectionately refer to valentine's day as V.D. (or V.D. day).

perhaps this is because i haven't had a special someone on valentine's day since the days i was attempting to reach post coitus with the ladies... perhaps i simply deplore all the simpletons spending money on a holiday conceived by hallmark to increase their coffers when no one should ever need a reason to buy chocolate or those things that make your allergies spike.

this post, i'm sure, is driven by my dear friend enita's lovely, and inspiring, blog entry today: "i unheart romance" (http://www.epiphenita.com/).

it's interesting that suddenly i'm bombarded by talk and signs of "romantic love."

i've been invited to present a short play at a reading this weekend with the theme "romantic love." naturally, my piece is about the end of said topic: the breakup.

i've been telling another story as of late that i was outside la peep the other weekend after having breaky with some friends. amy's ice cream is next door and there was a sign advertising "limited time offer: 1 dozen chocolate-covered strawberries for $16.99. feb. 13-14-15 only."

i lost track of the conversation and stared at the sign.

"why only the 13th through the 15th?" i thought. i couldn't wrap my head around it. "the oscars are the 24th - i'd love it for that... but why only those days?"

i kept staring at the sign. it took me a few minutes before it dawned on me: "oh right. v.d. day..."

i'm just not tuned into this idea, people.

have i become too bitter? perhaps... too cynical? most definitely.

my new favorite quote is taken from h.l. mencken: "a cynic is a man who, when he smells flowers, looks around for a coffin."

if i were to receive flowers this v.d. day.... i'd wonder who had died.

and it may just be my idea of "romantic love."

e.

p.s. don't forget to submit ideas for my 100th entry...