I’ve written about V-Day for the past couple of years and it’s been getting worse, year after year. Yes, you’ve guessed it – I’ve been single for the past few years.

Now, I think back to the fun memories of all those years of confidence and joy in my singledom – “Single and Loving It” was my mantra. Well, it’s been nearly 7 years; I’m still single but loving it a bit less as each year goes by.

I agonized a little about whether I should write this – so, I’m writing (yea me for confronting fears).

As a feminist, it’s bloody embarrassing to be upset at Valentine’s Day. Just because my Instagram and Facebook feeds are filled with images of happy people wishing “Happy Valentine’s Day” to their sweethearts, just because the flowers look like they smell nice and the chocolate/cake looks tasty. Well, that is no excuse I tell myself. Oh, look – a sweet heart-warming love note on social media for the world to see – at this point if I roll my eyes any more they may fall out.

Still, my face is scrunched up and there’s a twinge in that place where they say my heart is. Dammit, flowers are nice and I salivate for cake and chocolate.

On the brightside, chocolate will be on sale starting tomorrow. I can tolerate V-Day for that payoff.

By the way, saying V-Day makes Valentine’s Day sound like the commercialised garbage day that it is – do I sound bitter, I think I sound bitter – need chocolate now. Chocolate makes everything better