I agreed, but instead slurred about it being a cheesy, consumer-driven holiday (which it is, but that’s not to say I wouldn’t have appreciated some of the chocolate covered fruits of its consumerism).
In his defense, I never let on that I had feelings for him, unless I got wasted and sent passive aggressive Facebook messages articulating my regret over letting myself be degraded.
If you think it’ll freak them out, it’s probably better that you learn now.
3) Similarly to the exploitation of interns in the workforce, people will try to milk you for all that you’re worth, while offering little to no compensation for your hard work in return.
I was to blame for the perpetuation of the myth that I belonged to an elusive tribe of females who gave away everything and demanded nothing in return.
This is why we all need a Dating Mission Statement; something that honestly declares our intentions and expectations without sugar coating them. I defaulted on my identity as a feminist, and my subsequent rejection of traditional gender roles, to justify why I didn’t require certain basic courtesies from potential suitors.
I convinced myself that it made sense to sleep with guys who made no effort to hangout with me aside from predictably showing up at the bar at the same time each night.
On Valentine’s Day, I went to the bar, alone, half-expecting to see him there.
The bartender, who knew me all too well by now, got me wasted for free and told me she thought it was shitty that he hadn’t asked me out on a V-date.