You sat alone this evening, trying not to think of all of your friends and work colleagues who bragged about the fancy restaurants their significant others and spouses chose.
You try not to think about how they said they would be wearing red backless dresses and “FU” heels or leather pants and red blouses.
You try not to think about how some left early for make-up sessions or to have their hair done.
And while you sit with your Cavalier King Charles propped on your knee watching The Gilmore Girls, A Year in the Life, sipping a marvelous red blend and eating decadent chocolate truffles an old friend sent you “just because,” those girls are sitting in restaurant chairs opposite their Valentine’s dates, where both stare at their cell phones, the blue glare rendering them manic. At intervals they take photos of the dishes placed before them. They upload to instagram and facebook. “What a wonderful evening we’re having!”
You never see that they spent more time looking at their phones uploading messages than interacting with their dates while around them romantic music played and candles flames danced
But I did.