Another year, another
Happy Valentine’s Day.
And guess what? Another day spent single.
Don’t get me wrong, I bear no ill-will towards being single, I’m stubborn as hell and as yet haven’t found a girl that enjoys cheese or houmous as much as I do.
Plus, I find the whole ‘shower the person you love with gifts for only one day’ thing a bit cliché too.
So it’s a good thing I don’t have to worry about it, right?
(Disclaimer: Welcome to a judgement-free zone, we’ve all been there and will almost certainly be there again soon)
It’s happened again. Hasn’t it?
You’ve woken up the morning after the night before and while your memory is hazy, you distinctly remember saying the same things you say every weekend.
- “I’m only going out for one”
- “I’m not going to get that drunk”
- “Make mine a double”
(Bonus point if you said all three)