Black Friday No More
So yeah, this will be my first Valentines day not being single. Ever.
As someone who had previously been single for seven years until a couple of months ago, I had adopted a strict Anti-Valentines Day philosphy. Two years ago, Min Jung and I declared it Black Wednesday and we walked around porno shops in San Francisco, throwing romantic couples into the street dirty looks and high-fiving the homeless men that littered Broadway.
Min Jung and I: Whoo! Fuck V-Day! Hey you, homeless guy! You don’t care about Valentines Day either! Fuck V-Day! Whoo!
Homeless guy: Man, I’m really hungry. Spare a quarter?
Min Jung and I: Fuck Valentines! Fuckin’ commercial piece of shit! Whoo! (skips away)
Homeless guy: hungry…
Fast forward two years. I’m seeing someone now. He’s cool. He’s a hip-hop DJ, so I’m learning about turntablism culture and he’s learning about nerdy techie shit and we somehow find time to make out in-between. Still, I feel like the Benedict Arnold of Valentines Day — I am the traitor, the guy previously on the sidelines watching all my friends hook up around me and now I’m supposed to buy chocolates or roses or giant red balloons of little birdies kissing. Even though I’m not exactly the little birdies kissing kinda guy.
We’re going on a road trip this weekend. I’ll tell you how it goes.
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