Black Heart of Love

I hate coffee, olives, cherries, cranberries, whip cream, flan, mashed potatoes, children left unattended, soccer moms, mini vans, entry level European cars, walking designer billboards, the color pink, reality shows, dancing with the stars and mind numbing television and most importantly I hate roses, chocolate dipped strawberries, Tiffany's and Hallmark cards.
If you buy into the concept of Valentine's Day or are peer pressured into buying a present for your current flame please think outside the box. Maybe some women like the expected and most likely these same ladies are the ones who believe getting married is an achievement and suddenly instead of being called their real name they are now referred to as "the wife of..."
By now you probably figured out I'm not that type. So as most of America gets ready for the pink heart day I'll be sitting at the anti Valentine's Day table with a can of Red Bull and a bottle of Vodka and I swear this has nothing to do with the fact I'm currently single. I've never been one to ask my girlfriend to come to the bathroom with me or felt uncomfortable going out to eat or a movie by myself. Likewise, I've never bought into the idea that love should be expressed based on a calendar, but I'm in the minority.
Kate