In Preparation

Here's a little something for all of the single folks out there - to whom February 14 is a day of fear and dread (I'm not quite to that point yet ... but I'm getting there):


How many more Valentine's Days must I spend sending flowers to myself and pretending they are from 'Juan Carlos' alone? It's like every time the day comes and goes, a little bit of the romantic in me dies a slow, torturous (and melodramatic) death (think: very bloody).

And yet, I still say 'Cheers' to love and to the possibility of somehow finding it in this big city. Bring on the challenge - I'm a glutton for punishment.