On Valentine’s Day, I used to complain about how it was a “bullshit holiday,” citing conspiracies for the card companies like Hallmark and General Electric and Phillip Morris to make single people feel terrible about themselves. I used to celebrate this holiday by getting together with some of my other single girlfriends and seeing a romcom and then, after they left, drinking whiskey until I a. vomited, b. called my ex-boyfriends, and c. passed out.
But this was different. This year, I experienced what true love was like, and what makes Valentine’s Day so special.
Benji surprised me with a homemade valentine that rivaled the surprise birthday party he threw me last weekend. Here is a photograph of it:
The best part was that I finally didn’t have to lie to my coworkers the next day about what I actually did for Valentine’s Day!!!