Three Days After Valentine's...

It's officially February 17th, it's now safe to discuss Valentine's Day...
It's too cliche to go over why the holiday exists and how it only exists as a holiday to supplement capitalism in Western societies, so I'll spare you the details of the rant that you've heard or read from previous nihilists (eventhough I am a nihilist).

Returning to the narcissistic side of me, I did not have a Valentine and nor did I want one. I worked at 5am that day with no sleep and then proceeded to nap the rest of the day away.

The night before, the store that I work for had a group meeting. We talked about all the redundant and idiotic things that should be common sense to most people that work in retail, but somehow the majority of our elder employees have failed to grasp in their half a century of employment. Maybe most of them have stopped caring and have taken security in the idea that it's very hard to fire an employee that's been working with them since the Ice Age.

After the meeting, the upper echelon (as well as the "Borderliners") of cool coworkers as well as bosses went to the nearby bar where we proceeded to imbibe copious amounts of alcoholic beverages and a group sing-a-long of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" ensued courtesy of karaoke night. The best part, was that after the bar had it's last call, one of the female dinosaurs that worked there invited us all back to her house to listen to music and keep the party going. Most of us ventured out and had a good time, with me keeping in mind that I had work at 5am.

What happened was that I realized that I managed to find myself attracted to two of my coworkers. One that is 3 years younger and my friend, while the other is 3 years older and my boss. I ended up kissing one of them, and the other came back to my house to keep me company while I waited for the inevitable dawn to beckon me. What came of these prospects? Nothing. Why? 'Cause that's the way I want it to be. I know that girls become sentimental and sensitive to these holidays, but I refused to play into their hand. And while I was incredibly inebriated, I was still sensible to not take advantage of the situation because I'm hardly compatible with any of them.

The lesson is that slight incompatibility and a moment of weakness equals years of distress.

To me, it's not a coincidence that my first love came on Valentine's Day with a girl whose birthday is also on Valentine's Day. We had our moment in the sun, but inevitably we parted ways...only to return to each other on different terms...then part ways again...then return to each other on completely new terms...then part ways again. . .well you get the idea. This had essentially caused me a great deal of confusion and frustration and left me with a sour and tiny bit of skepticism about the corporate holiday.

That's not to say that I'm not still putting these two potential female prospects in my pocket. There's a 6th sense that I've gained from my journalistic and psychological perspective in life about gaining women's interest and the proverbial "slow and steady, wins the race" will hopefully play it's hand.

Lesson: Drinking and Valentine's Day is an easy way to pick up lonely women.