post-Valentine's post

(I don't mean this to sound like a brag, but I also kind of do mean that.)

I was reading the special Vals Day personal ads in the free paper. There weren’t that many, and most were from women. Surprisingly, there was only one marriage proposal and I don’t know if I was relieved or let down by this fact. It’s good that out of the 14,000 proposals on Vals Day (I did get that figure somewhere) that less of them are cheesy public ones. However, who am I to judge? I’ve never had a proposal, either public or private, and if I had, I’d be telling everyone the romantic way in which my fiance became so.

Why was I even looking at these things? Was it some sort of underlying secret hope that a message would be there for me, even though I know my boyfriend would never do something like that? (Especially that day, when we have a strict no-celebrating Vals Day rule in effect.) Was I looking for a secret admirer? What the hell would I do with one of those? Was I trying to live vicariously through others, who in turn are only living through text and not in real life? No! None of this!

I sometimes forget how easy I have it in when comes to a love life. I've had a steady boyfriend for almost 10 years. If you know your math, this means I've had Craig since my sophomore year in high school, just before my 16th bday. Thus, I always had a prom date (except the time Craig was out of town so I went with my friend Anthony). I didn't have to worry about sleeping around in college, even though for the first few years we still lived 3 hours apart. Then of course, Craig moved up to Davis with me and we've lived together ever since.

It's made my life so much easier. I don't have to go to bars and be hit on (or do the hitting). In fact, one of the things I can't stand is being hit on by strangers. I don't have to try and impress anyone in the hopes that I'll get some action. I don't have to try and attract someone with my body instead of my big sexy brain (admit it - a great body is the best way to get someone's attention while your big sexy brain reels them in). I don't have to sit at home and eat ice cream while watching Sleepless in Seattle on Vals Day. I might still eat the ice cream, but that's unrelated. I have it pretty darn easy.

Though I sometimes envy my single friends. They don't worry if they are home alone, and conversely they don't have to check in when they are out late. They can come home with unexpected guests without worrying that their other half will be in his underwear. They don't have to consult anyone on big purchases. However, the things I mentioned above far outweigh these small things. I am very happy right now, and there is a very good possibilty that I will remain so for the rest of my life. :)