His memory is very different, with many other dates and evenings spent together. He recounted them, some in great detail and I listened trying to remember but still it wasn’t coming back to me. To his credit, some of what he said totally sounded like stuff I would actually do so there is a chance that I’ve just wiped it from my memory. I should have known then that this re-kindled relationship smelled like tequila and regret.
Dating isn’t my favorite thing to do at all, I don’t enjoy meeting new people, I don’t like making small talk and I certainly don’t like having to talk about myself. I really don’t have anything interesting to talk about, or at least nothing I want to share with someone I just met and if I’m being honest I have very close to zero interest in pretty much everything anyone else has to say.
I did however celebrate Valentine’s Day once and it wasn’t that bad. It all started with what was supposed to be a one night stand, don’t judge me we all do it, the guy was shall we say a “gift from a friend” on an evening when I was in particular need of male companionship. My bestie knew someone who was single and thought we’d hit it off so he set it up and well the one night stand turned into something more serious for a bit and we happened to be together on Valentine’s Day.
Most people just throw the word around like candy and often use love interchangeably with lust and the meaning of the word has really gotten lost somewhere in translation.
Most of the time people will say it because they think they should, they’ll say it because they think someone wants to hear it but do they ever really mean it?