I am proud to announce that I have survived the tsunami that is V Day!
Every year without fail it storms in with its varying shades of red, Love hearts, flowers and over the top couples hopelessly in love, well for that one day a least!
Followed quickly by a monsoon of vomit inducing Facebook status’s and updates…So I did what any sensible woman would do – I took shelter, the retro way and ditched social media.
I have come back out of hiding, turned my wifi back on and re-joined the 21st Century once again!
I’m sure this post sounds like the ranting bitterness of a woman who spent Valentines alone. Yes, in food stained pyjamas, overdosing on chick flick’s and swigging wine from the bottle – as she larily shouts abuse at the all the leading men in said movies, all the while projecting her cynical and scorned self upon them. Ha! I was not that woman.
I had quite possibly the best Valentine’s day date….and no it wasn’t with my cat. Although she did send me a card, I’m not sure if that makes my cat gay or if that fringes on me being insanely weird or even weirder that my own mother sent it?
Instead I had a house guest, in the form of my amazing gay friend, who was down in London for his very first ever Tinder Valentines date!
We spent the day wandering around Borough Market, drinking hot ciders – as it’s completely acceptable to drink there at 11am and not look like a homeless alcoholic!
We then drunkenly stumbled along the river (in the rain) where I became a rather crap tour guide showing him the sights of Southbank!
I think I was more nervous than him for his date (well maybe not), but because of my own Tinder disappointments and previous horrific Valentines date nightmare (The Valentine from hell – http://wp.me/p50Tds-2n) I did not want that for him. However, I can safely say that his date has restored my faith in romance and Tinder!
Let’s hope my next Tinder date is as fit as his.