The last week brought the annual hell for single girls all over the world: Valentine’s Day. Now I thoroughly believe in the whole idea of Valentine’s Day (although it can be agreed that it is another Hallmark commercialised holiday) because it allows people who wouldn’t normally be romantic to be so. And it allows me to indulge in clichés that would be otherwise socially unacceptable. Although I have never had a relationship that has fallen on Valentine’s Day, I have had several great Valentine’s Days. This year was especially memorable as although technically I did nothing special, it seemed more special because it was Valentine’s Day. (Again with the unacceptable clichés, I can’t help it, I’m a romantic!)
My friend and I were on our way to a talk about the chemistry of attraction (well, it was Valentine’s Day). We decided to walk there, and while on our way it started to rain. This wasn’t a surprise, I live in Scotland, it is always raining. Anyway, we had to pass along by the beach, so it was windier than usual. We got lost, and completely drenched. When we finally got back to somewhere we knew, Aberdeen Football Club, we tried to find some shelter to phone for a taxi. Unfortunately, there was little shelter, and because of the wind my jacket and skirt were blowing right up. So we went into the reception of the football club, and tried to phone a taxi. We only knew two company’s numbers, and both were very difficult to get a hold of. We were phoning for a good half hour, forty five minutes. And when we did get a hold of them, there weren’t any taxis available. Luckily, there was a wedding reception going on in the football club, and the guests were going to arrive in taxis. So we used one of these when they arrived. We got back to halls, having given up getting to the talk as a lost cause. Instead, we bought a whole load of junk food, and watched one of my favourite romantic comedies of all time, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Another one of my best Valentine’s Days was when I was about nine or ten. I spent the day with my best friend (who incidentally was a boy) in the park. I still have a photo of this day, one of the only physical photos I have of him. We spent the whole day playing in the park and I think I had dinner at his later on. He was a very sweet boy at that age, and because it was Valentine’s Day, he gave me a red rose (which I suspect was his mum’s idea). All in all, it was a very fun day, and I still remember it vividly.
Valentine’s Day is a day where single gals can either wallow in self-pity about the fact that they don’t have a relationship, or can celebrate their singleness with their friends and just have a great night doing whatever they wish. I love movies and ice-cream and hot chocolate, so that’s what I did. If you like going out, having dinner with friends, or if you’re lucky enough to have someone to spend it with, go for it. No longer should Valentine’s Day be restricted to those who are in a relationship, but to all. Valentine’s Day is a day about love, but not specifically romantic love. So don’t let it get you down, take the night into your own hands, and do something that you love.