Another Valentine

What a life I have. Great, indeed. Its 5 pm, Valentine’s Day, and I m lying on my bed, with probably nothing much to do. Love is in the air, I can make it out. Through the door, I can see guys getting dressed up for their D day evening. Having a clean shave, running to have a shower, well pressed shirts lying on their beds, the ones they’ve never taken out from their suitcases ever before, and I m lying on my bed! It has become difficult for my olfaction to make out whether it is Axe, Brut, Denim, or Gillette, as the rich smell of the musk and the freshness of the oceans blend together to form an irresistible smell, and I m lying on my bed…..
There are some friends who asked me whether I would like to join them this evening, but you know, I m not in a habit of becoming épine parmi les roses. It has been 22 yrs and still I have not been able to really find someone whom I can confide into. It really hurts when people call me smart and a handsome guy. The first thing they ask me is the number of girlfriends I have, it really hurts you know. I don’t know why I am in such a lamentable state, maybe I really lack something, or I do not deserve this, God knows….
I had plans of going out, hanging around with friends, but when I got up, and looked around, I could not figure out where to go or whom to go out with. So again I end up on my bed fiddling around with my cell and my lappy who, these days are becoming my best friends. I have a wallpaper celebrating Valentine’s on my lappy which will be gone soon. So I leave the clothes in my suitcase as they are, the Gillette deo as it is and confide with my two best friends……..