On my way in to work, the radio happily informed me August is Romance Awareness Month. Apparently, it's not enough to have one day a year to make single people feel bad, we now need an entire month. Well, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, people. I'm gonna romance myself! (not like that, you sickos). I'll pick up some roses and take myself out to a nice dinner and send myself a card which says, "Dear Self, You are so lovely and amazing. I love you more than anything in the world. Thanks for being so awesome. Love, Me." This may be just be the most romantic month ever.
Or I could try to get a date with this witty fella. So tempting...
12 comments:
I'm not single and I never get flowers. You might on to something with this "self romance" Red.
Oh, and what's a "bith"?
Wow. That's tight, bithes. Tiiight.
I'll send you flowers, Red.
You'd better put out.
But remember - just because you buy yourself flowers and a card and dinner, you don't owe yourself anything at the end of the night.
And is it possible that he had his "Bithe Gland" removed?
I think I told you about the time I planned on taking myself out for Valentine's Day but then ended up doing something with a bunch of friends... completely stood myself up... it made it kind of awkward the next time I talked to myself. But the makeup sex was great.
Does that guy have a lithp?
You are too young to give up hope, Red!:)
Women who insist on proper spelling and/or store-bought clothing are snobs. Who needs those bithes.
The best part about romancing myself is that I'm cheap, and I know this about me. I can be totally charmed by Chinese takeout (not from the expensive place) and a bottle of Two Buck Chuck.
And everyone already made all the good "bith" jokes by the time I got here.
Son of a bith.
hahahahahah www
I previously was not aware that romance existed, but now that I am, it's just another thing for me to hate.
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