Girls are trouble, no doubt about it. We love and we love deeply. We give each other hugs and chocolate and cards and pieces of flair. We let each other know that the certain guy doesn't make valentine's day special--you are special. We remind each other that Jesus was single. We are relentless in our hope. We make plans, ensuring that we will not be alone. And we wait.
But Tijuana Flats? Tijuana Flats has it figured out. They give out free beer. "Drown your sorrows!" they say. "Salute your independence!"
It's sad, really.
Sad that the former makes me bitter and cynical and the latter......well, the latter leads to kidney failure.
While I feel guilty raising my glass to independence (it's what I want for my country, not for myself), I loathe the thought of raising it to sisterhood. Both exclude men! Yet that is what valentine's day has become. And that's the greater tragedy.
So men, you know this already: girls are trouble. But we need you. We don't need carnations instead of roses so we don't get the wrong idea; we don't need pity dates; and we don't need extravagance. But we do need you. We need to be with you, especially on this, the most unlovely of days. We need to know we matter.
p.s. This is not a desperate midnight plea for sweet phone calls and dates. Seriously. You all asked for heart--I'm giving you heart.
p.p.s. Don't call me. I'll call you. (Okay, that part was a joke).