February 14.

I've been by myself so long, I've passed the bitter "I don't have a man" valentine's day reaction and have moved on to straight indifference. I didn't even know it was Valentine's Day until a girl in my office got flowers from her boyfriend.

First of all, all bitterness aside, I hate that shit. I hate when women get flowers at their job and they fake act all surprised. Annoys me to all hell. Your boyfriend probably called you and for no apparent reason asked for the address to your job last night, and you mean to tell me you didn't know what was going on? You all been probably been together about a year and he never asked you shit about your job before, all of a sudden he's asking your address? The next day, "Oh, my god I'm can't believe he did that!". Anyway.

I turn 27 next week and my mom asked me if was going to get married before I was 30. I said no. She said why. I said "well, in order for me to get married by the time I'm 30, I sort of have to meet him by now." She looked at me like she thought I was lying. What bothered me about this exchange was not the fact that I still don't have a boyfriend, not even the fact that my mother thinks I'm a pathological liar, but the fact that I am officially old enough for the marriage naggging to start. That's late 20's nagging, that's old.

I think the first thing that crossed my mind when people ask me what I'm doing for Valentine's Day. I ask myself if I'm having sex that day. Then I ask myself if I'm having sex that week. Not necessarily in celebration of Valentine's Day, I just wondering what day I'm having sex that week.

And with who.