Valentine ramble
Yay! Congrats! Hey, I saw that photo album from the shoot on FB. Zach’s brother Ty was there too…he’s worked on sound stuff for some of those movies.
So…I hadn’t been thinking about Valentine’s Day, because I never think about Valentine’s Day. In my adult life, I never have. Outside of high school, I’ve never held anything resembling a long or short-term relationship. There are all sorts of boring reasons for this that I’m not going to get into because, honestly, I don’t regret a single moment of my 10 years of single-ness. I enjoy it. I sleep better in my own bed, I don’t like telling someone where I’m going, I don’t like feeling that every meal or activity is a decision to be discussed and decided upon. I’ve also never thought that my life would be better, or more fulfilling, by sharing it with someone else. So, all those diamond commercials, pink card aisles, or filled to capacity restaurants on the 14th have never bothered me. I just haven’t felt like I’m missing out.
That said, I met a guy. I actually met him on New Year’s Eve and he was quite a surprise. He danced with me, and only me the whole night even though we had only just met. And then, he kept in touch. He asked me out, he made me dinner. We’ve gone to the movies, seen a concert, been on a film set together. I’m not saying we’re “going out,” but yeah, I’m kinda seeing a guy now. That alone scares the holy hell out of me and being reminded that the holiday of romance is fast approaching had caused a bit of a panic to set in. I didn’t know what to do. I really didn’t want to see him on Valentine’s Day because TOO SOON, TOO SOON! So, I asked if he wanted to see St. Vincent with me the next day; something like that would maybe take the edge off. He responded by reminding me that he would be on set in L.A., working on some Tom Sizemore project. PHEW! I totally forgot! I actually won’t see him again until March and that’s ok. I need my space and he seems to understand that. So, once again, I get to ignore Valentine’s Day. I might spend it listening to the CD’s he’s mailed to me, or his gig over at Dandelion Radio, or his newly resurrected podcast. Or, I might not. He’ll, hopefully, be having a grand old time in Sunny California while I spend some time putting my apartment together and getting back into good health (more on that later).
Anyway, it may not be everyone’s ideal Valentine’s Day, but it feels good to me. Panic over, party on party on…
