On January 2, 2023, I began mentally preparing for V-Day. And by preparing, I mean I memorized a new mantra to be recited thrice daily, “Forewarned is Forearmed.”
I assure you that this level of cynicism is more nurture than nature and takes at least 3 consecutive valentine day debacles to perfect.
It began the year the Vulcan disappeared for the day only to text a photo of himself in a CVS holding my V-card at 10:25pm. It ended the time he invited me to a resort with his sister (who was really his ex). My meltdown, recorded by the hotel CCTV was a daytime Emmy worthy performance.
Cupid would not catch me slipping again. 🤷🏾♀️💔👊🏾 #justsaying