Valentine's Day is CrazyTown

My least favorite holiday of the year was last week: Valentine's Day. Yes, it's supposed to be a day of love and passion, something of which I seem to be a connoisseur, yet I am disgusted by having to dedicate one single day to giving something we should give freely and with reckless abandon (in my personal opinion, of course).

So, as it may be, singles tend to loathe the holiday, and really can you blame them? Interestingly, though, this V-Day brought with it quite a few unexpected surprises. About a week ago I went on a first date, an actual date, with a new beau, a teacher. As I had not heard a peep from him since the date, I was pleasantly surprised when flowers were delivered to my office. Beautiful hydrangeas at that! (Thankfully, not your substandard boring roses!)

Now that we are at the 3-date mark, I am still unsure of my intentions with him. I find him intellectually-stimulating, thought-provoking, and sharing similar interests, yet I'm just not sure that I want to rip his clothes off...and isn't that what it's all about after all? In all seriousness, I do find him attractive; I am just not sure the chemistry is all there, but very unlike me, I am trying very diligently to just let it all figure itself out and enjoy the moment. So with that in mind, I am looking forward to the next date with the teacher.

And without further respite, I do think you are overdue for an update on Lizard. Last week, we had a serious conversation about our relationship, and I was able to gain a bit of insight into his world. Some of the things that I find most intriguing about him are also the things that I am struggling with...the mystery, the lack of attention, the uncertainty. Yet, on Valentine's Day, I received well wishes, candy, and a flower, which is such a positive step for him. So I know all of this worry results from my own insecurities. For I can feel in the things he says and the things he does the truth, and I am calling on every part of me to gather the patience to see this through. For there is certainly not a lack of chemistry, passion, and soul with this man. My skin is on fire every moment I spend with him...and I can't truly say that has been the case since the first weekend with Superman.

So Valentine's Day wound up being a bit CrazyTown, a new phrase I've recently picked up. A date with the teacher and a night of dancing with Lizard. Since everything in my world seems to be some sort of CrazyTown, I only think it's fitting, and my favorite part about it is it's Lizard's new nickname for me. 

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