Valentine jitters.

I have never been a big fan of St Valentines Day. In fact, before I moved to the UK I was lucky enough never to have celebrated it, as in my home country 14th of February has an entirely different meaning - it is Wine Day! Sweet, huh? Instead of a St Valentine we worship St Tryphon Zarezan (Tryphon the Trimmer) - the Eastern Orthodox patron saint of wine. Our shop displays are not covered by cheesy red hearts but by voluptuous wine bottles; our women do not receive buckets of chocolate and flashy cards but are seated at the head of the table with glasses of wine; and our men do not visit jewellery shops but instead head straight to the liquor stores. A tradition I personally find more appealing! And believe it or not, the chances of our men getting lucky that night are just as probable, if not higher, for a woman is never more lose than when she is celebrating Wine Day!

And as it so happens tomorrow is the 14th of February. Are you doing something special? I, for one, am not drinking this year (a big surprise to many of my friends that know me well), so my day is mapped out to be just as mundane as the one before. Okay, I am exaggerating a little here, my days are rarely mundane for drama seems to follow me where ever I go, even when stuck in a boring city! However, recently it has calmed down - mainly because I have decided to keep away from people who are able to hurt me and instead focus on myself. And I am lucky to say I have an excellent support system to cushion my blows: blessed with two awesome parents; fab friends; and money to provide me with a very comfortable life. In a way, I am very fortuitous with what  I have but strange how little I appreciate these things when a bad boy enters my life, a bad boy such as my 2012-man! It is easy to lose track of what you have when you end up feeling hurt and abused by a single person. But learn from my mistakes - no man is worth your tears! No matter how good he may be in the sack. For every good fuck, there are ten more out there waiting for you to discover them. 

Today I can't help but think about how I celebrated Valentine's day last year. I had just started seeing a boy [K] I met at a college party few weeks before. He was quite handsome and looked rather young for his age. Some of my friends thought I had lost my marbles and was dating an eighteen year old, when in fact he was a couple of months older than me. Talk about good genes, hey? And quite frankly, even if this were the case, I would have not cared for I am no stranger to cougar action either! There is something hypnotising about the eagerness and innocence an eighteen year old boy exhibits. Just like puppy dogs - they are always eager to please! But if I had to choose a life partner now it would definitely be someone older. I just can't handle immaturity anymore! Anyway, K invited me over to his place for a cooked meal and some sweet lovin'. Although average in girth and size he could be a good sport if shown how to. I had refused to see him on the day of the 14th, as I had already made plans with my two best friends at the time - we were going to celebrate Wine Day and curse all romantic holidays! But soon enough I found myself sitting on K's kitchen table the day before Valentine's and admiring his cooking skills. I must admit he had rather capable hands. We wined and dined, had a blissful conversation and ended up making out in his bedroom. And just as it was getting hot and steamy upstairs he decided to give me his Valentine's card! A sweet gesture for many, a big turnoff for me! I felt as if I was handed a hearing letter from the local Magistrate! I felt trapped. It was too early to be receiving love proclamations from a boy I barely knew. I could not accept it. I was not even sure how I felt about him, let alone about us! What was he thinking? I was not ready to throw away the key to my freedom for a £3 love card! God, I hate Valentine's Day. I ended up finishing our date early and before he could say 'Bye' I was out of his door and he out of my life! I never saw him again for nothing is more important to me than my single-hood, even on Valentine's Day! 

So, my dear readers, if you happen to find yourself alone tomorrow, I want you to open a nice bottle of wine and say cheers to the Orthodox patron of wine. For Valentine's Day is nothing more than a commercialised-Americanised tradition that has left women all over the world with undeniable Valentine jitters. There is no point feeling down on a day like tomorrow for one's freedom and happiness can not be bought by all the diamonds in the world! And believe me I know what I am talking about! Thus, if my blog is not enough to cheer you up, hopefully, the picture I have attached below will put a smile on your face for I am stronger believer that 14th February should be celebrated in a drunken cheerful manner - single or not!