February might suck, and it doesn't surprise me

What happens in February? (Fucking) Valentine's Day.

Even if I do have a boyfriend or am dating someone, I'll be damned if I won't be single again by February 14th. (Or I'll be dating some imbecile that won't be romantic enough to get me anything.) Sheesh...this is my life, people.

Valentine's Day isn't about people spending a ton of money on each other, at least in my opinion. It's the small things that count, folks. People should just be happy to have someone that cares that much for them.

One of the best Valentine's Day gifts I ever received was from a friend, actually. He left a gift outside of my apartment door, with mostly little inside joke-related things inside. Along with these was a homemade card that simply said, "I hope this puts a smile on your face." And it did. Sigh...(all you men out there could learn a thing or two from my friend!)

Don't misunderstand my February melancholy....I'm not bitching about anyone else, as my single-ness is all my doing. I refuse to be with someone just to combat loneliness. I'm picky too. And I'm just not good in relationships. So is life....

I am still kind of seeing someone, although I don't see it going anywhere due to the nature of his career. Early on, I thought dating a commercial fisherman might be ideal for someone like me. He's in town for awhile, then gone for awhile, which gives me plenty of space and time to do the things I enjoy and continue being very independent. However, this just doesn't seem to work when you're still getting to know each other. I've done all I can to try to keep the spark alive, but now knowing that I probably won't see him for another month, I just don't see how it's possible. When you know, you know, I suppose.

With all that said, I've made up my mind to do all I can to get past this February bullshit. I'm going to throw myself into working out, home improvement, preparing for the horse show season, and spending a little vacation time out of town. Here's to hoping I make it through the sappiness, flowers, cards, and candy without getting bitter. Cross your fingers.

Song of the day: "Set The Fire To The Third Bar" Snow Patrol featuring Martha Wainwright (cause it's just sad enough, and I always hear the darn thing on that Dear John trailer)