This Fish Needs A Bicycle

mind over mojo

When he emailed me Friday afternoon and asked if I would be his valentine, I said yes. (Actually, I said YES!!! Why mask my enthusiasm?)

I spent my Valentine's Day recovering from Friday night's experience with reckless abandon and about three too many mojitos. It's all sort of patchy, but I had to applaud myself when I woke up Saturday morning in my own bed. Alone. Because really, from the way the previous night had been going, it was quite a feat of mind over mojo.

I cat napped all afternoon, finally putting in a couple of hours of work when the constant nightmares about my current deadline wouldn't let me ignore it any longer. I ordered Thai food and tried to decide which short black skirt to go out in. I settled on jeans. Afterall, it was my valentine's day, and who was I trying to impress? My Valentiness already love me.

Thge four of us hung in for a few hours and then made our way to a local college bar (read: Frat Daddy Infestation) where I sat looking out at the crowd thinking, "THIS is what's out there? No wonder I don't go trolling." The one good thing about a room full of over-confident, preppy boys is that you start to feel really satisfied about being single.

I mean, it's a little hard to feel sorry for yourself when you're too busy feeling sorry for several dozen jokers with upturned collars on their Izods. Freaks.

Posted by This Fish at February 15, 2004 03:15 PM