The Valentine's Day Smorgasborg Post

Happy Valentine’s Day!

 

I was going to pen a relationship manifesto for Valentine’s Day, but I realized that I a) don’t have enough material for a manifesto, and b) would prefer for any future significant other to learn about my thoughts regarding romance and relationships through our time together and not from a blog post. That said, I do have a bunch of off-the-cuff observations that I’m willing to share.

 

In slightly more important holiday news, Happy Chinese New Year of the Tiger! =D

 

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Back when I was in undergrad, I promised to myself that if I were still single in my mid-late 20′s, I would not turn into one of those young adults that constantly bemoaned their singleness. I think that I’ve avoided that fate so far, but I’m a little bit more sympathetic towards them now.

Some of you may remember the very first Valentine’s Day post. I’d like to think that I’ve come a long way since then, but probably not really,

I used to cringe whenever my friends offered to me up. It’s still kind of awkward, but I appreciate the vote of confidence.

I’m not picky, I just have a high activation energy for interest recognition. (As opposed to a low activation energy for interest disqualification.)

I’ve said it before, but I have the coolest 2n wheel friends.

There are many great benefits to being single. Most people forget to appreciate them.

I don’t think I’m cut out to be single for life, but if that’s the way things turn out, God has been, still is, and forever will be all that I need and more than enough.

If you wait too long, the one you’re waiting for will be gone.

Yes, you can have platonic friendships with members of the opposite gender.

I don’t understand how people build long-distance romantic relationships from nothing, but it happens.

Creating an online dating profile takes time. Time that I evidently spend combing the internet news instead.

I used to joke that I wanted to be dating someone before jeneric got married. I now joke that I want to be dating someone before they have a child. I think that gives me at least of 1.5 years. Time to get to work. Or stop joking.

 

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