V-Day

Well, it’s that time again; the time when every lonely single feels unloved and alone. Yes folks, it’s the countdown to V-day, St. Valentine’s Day. Now, let me set this score straight: I’m not bitter about this day. Never have I found myself longing for a significant other on this holiday of pink and red. I just have always thought it was a little, well, silly. Truth be told, I think it’s kind of cute when you see young couples who are still in the relationships “honeymoon phase” exchanged their frilled nothings. I have little cynical thoughts about how long the relationship is going to last, but the moment itself is sweet.
So, to the point: if you’re going to celebrate this day, forget the frills and ribbons. I was listening to one of my many Pandora stations today (one that went from Sondre Lerche to all old and classic Jazz, somehow), and I was struck by the depth of the love songs that were playing. What girl wouldn’t melt at “Unforgettable” or “Dream a Little Dream of Me”? Well, those or some classic Billy Joel. They’re touching, sensitive, and perceptive.
For those of you with the literary girl in mind, I think sonnet 116 is just about the most romantic piece ever written. What about that breathtaking line of Emily Bronte’s: “Whatever souls are made out of, his and mine are the same”? I’m not overly romantic, but even my soul was pierced by that. Men: be a Mr. Knightly. Any girl of sense will adore you for it for a lifetime. Women: “men of sense do not want silly wives.” Thank you for sharing your brilliance, Jane Austen.