Valentine’s day

This is true love, part 2

I have the best team ever, right? Right. My darlings. They keep me going when nothing else does.

For the 2nd year running, my little GAB surprised me on Valentine’s day with a deluxe grilled cheese sandwich. Grilled cheese… with BACON.

I was so overwhelmed, I hugged her. #professionalheartemoji

It was delicious.

Yesterday (Feb 15) I showed up to work, around 9:30 as usual (#earlybird), and as I walked past GAB’s desk, she looked at me with reproachful eyes.

I was SO sure you’d show up with chocolate today.

Oops.

So like any good manager, after getting such direct feedback, I addressed the situation.

Last night:

Little GAB looked quite touched when I gave her her Lindt flower stem.

#dreamteam


Do y’all remember Nene? You should. He’s cool. He sent me this. #goodtiming

Where is the lie?

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This is true love

I love cheese.

I’ve fallen in love with every water (and waitress) that has come by to offer to sprinkle cheese on my Italian meal. And by sprinkle, my meal is cheese with a side of Italian food ingredients.

Today. Valentine’s day. I hate Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is the reason I started blogging. I decided to ignore the whole concept. Didn’t bring chocolate to the office, dressed in black (and purple), just a normal day in the life of Vanilla.

Until.

My junior knocked on my cubi-office, and handed me a aluminum foil rectangle.

From one single girl, to another… Happy Valentine’s Day.

Y’all.

She got me a grilled cheese sandwich. If that is not true love, I don’t know what is.

I did say I have the best team ever? As if I needed further proof.

#dreamteam

Funny/funny-looking

I wrote this ages ago, as y’all will see. Back when I thought I was discreet enough to not kiss-and-tell. Today, I was scrolling through my old drafts, and it made me laugh. I guess the road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah?

#dontwastegoodblogcontent


Context: I was getting frisky with Beaut. As things were getting quite steamy, he did something that made me giggle (don’t remember what, it was truly inconsequential). He asked me why I was laughing.

I told him I find him funny. (Pause). “Funny-looking”.

If there existed a glare more lethal, I’d be dead. Of course, I thought his look of perplexed chagrin was the funniest thing I’d ever seen.

Between giggles, I explained to him that “funny/funny-looking” was my favorite joke ever. Exasperated, he pointed out that MAYBE using that joke when someone is butt-naked is NOT a confidence booster?!

I did warn y’all that I don’t do sexy properly, yes? Told you so.

#thatshowIcelebrateValentinesDay

#keepingtheworldhumbleonehottieatatime

#itsoddlycomfortingtoknowbeautifulmenalsohaveinsecurities

#Imfreakinghilariousyall

#westillmanagedtohaveagoodtime

How this all started (a Valentine’s Day rebranding exercise)

The first time I ever wrote a blog post was in February 2013, as a guest blogger for my friend’s blog, The Last Year of Earthly Things. He nagged me for months to start writing, and while it took me another 18 months before starting Discovering Ratchet, the experience of guest blogging helped me overcome some of my fears.

Y’all should check him out. Some of my favorite posts from his blog are:

Enough about him. Behold, my very first blog post:

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I’ll just reread most of the content of this blog

 

Valentine’s Day – A Single Girl’s Thoughts

When you’re single, Valentine’s Day is a front-runner for the worst holiday of the year. Unlike Christmas or Easter or even Canada Day, you still have to go to work. Without a significant other, you don’t even get presents. There’s no material advantage whatsoever.

Every Valentine’s day since I’ve been single, and someone hears of my dislike of the day, I am the target of knowing glances and smirks. Which makes me defensive. Can’t a single girl dislike Valentine’s day without the accusation of being “bitter and single”? Well, actually, no. I am bitter and single. Primarily because while single, it is impossible to spin Valentine’s day into a day about ME. Birthday? My day. Christmas? I get presents. Easter? Baby Jesus died so I get chocolate. Halloween? Skanks and chocolate. All of those things that make me happy. Valentine’s day? I’m single, so no free chocolate for me.

Do I sound obsessed with chocolate? I think it’s a healthy obsession.

I also find it worrisome that couples need a specific day to celebrate their love (what happens in the remaining 364 days of the year?). Don’t get me wrong. I condone the idea of celebrating love, but I prefer weddings – a big-ass party, celebrating two people’s commitment to their love. Falling in love is hard, and maintaining & fostering that love is even harder – it deserves to be celebrated, for it really is an accomplishment. Also weddings are a valid excuse to dress up pretty, flirt with the best man, and dance awkwardly on a dance floor in front of the in-laws. MUCH more entertaining than Valentine’s day.

Maybe if Cupid took a marketing class or two, and re-branded Valentine’s day, it wouldn’t sit so badly with most of the male population and the entire single girl population. Cupid, just because you are cute and cuddly, and kinda bad-ass with your bow & arrow, it doesn’t mean you can slack off. Brand management is a pretty big deal, nowadays! Valentine’s Day needs to be sexed up.

An attempt at this has been made by the modern man with Steak and Blowjob day – taking place on March 14th, one month after V Day – which has its perks as it increases everyone’s protein intake. But that day misses some of the magical festive feel that all other holidays have. I propose that the inherent problem with these 2 holidays is that by their very nature, they limit the party to only two people. It’s hard to get a mass party going when it then breaks down into couples of two and excludes a broad swathe of the population, i.e. single people. Unless the party is an orgy. Then that party model works just fine. However, orgies are not easily marketable to the mass population. Therefore, I think Valentine’s day should just be a pink version of Halloween, where girls get to dress up as sluts, eat chocolate and men ogle them happily. EVERYBODY wins and children can just focus on the socially acceptable aspects (pink and candy). Cupid, you are welcome.

I’m off to get some chocolate.


Present-day addendum: It both amuses and disconcerts me to see just how much of the above post is still relevant today, even though I wrote it two full years ago (original post: here). I suppose this indicates a certain stability of character and personality – unless it is an indication that my life has been stuck in a rut for the past 730 days.

Some questions shouldn’t be answered. I’m off to get some chocolate.