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Another Valentine :-)


Another Valentine’s Day sans a ‘partner’. This state of affairs means no expectation of the ‘trappings’ of the day so, I am not complaining. I think I have long reconciled myself to the fact that realism wins the day and I am better off alone or with a partner that wouldn’t care less about Valentine’s Day but is kind, sensitive, providing, protecting, prayerful and honest than with one who is horrendous throughout the year but remembers to appease me with a bouquet of flowers and some (fairly) fancy chocolate on Valentine’s Day. Inconsistency, I discover, rubs me the wrong way.  

This year, I have planned a one-on-one dinner with my mom and two sisters. We will wine, dine and bitch about the undeserving men we have had to encounter in our lives while we salute those men that have been worthy representatives of the male species, at least to us. We will spend our hard earned cash on ourselves...

I will be letting all and sundry know how things go tomorrow evening...

In the meantime...Happy Val's Day to all who care :-)

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  1. Patience NaamaraFebruary 14, 2012 at 8:50 AM

    Lol!
    To the losers who don't know what they are missing..right?!!!!
    My love to Mum and the girls!!
    Cheers!

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  2. VivicahFebruary 14, 2012 at 10:10 AM

    i really need to know how it goes. Also planning on spending Valentine's day with my gals and we also bitch about the undeserving men we have met on this road to independence. Happy Valentine's day gal

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