Looking back on last year at this time I can't believe how impressed I was with having a man. Only someone as deep in fake-plastic denial could be that fucking smug.
Not that I'm enjoying the greeting card and chocolate companies shoving my lack of one down my throat. Of course I've got my valentine kitty Dusty and Gerard, but they're kind of cold comfort compared to a real live love.
I've got no real prospects though. Jon is always puppy dogging around these days at the most inappropriate times, but I'm stronger than that. I have to be. I'd rather be lonely and alone than take his cheap sexual affection.
