Valentine’s Day: Why You Should Embrace Being Single

After an hour of Googling, I decided the only thing to do was to go on holiday. That, at least, was the advice from Google when I searched, “Things to do on Valentine’s Day if you’re single.” Every link I clicked on told me to jump on a plane and flee the country – as if selling me a bunker in which I could survive the upcoming apocalypse.

However, after much consideration (and consultation with my dwindling bank balance), I decided to stick it out in Blighty. I’ve never wanted to run away from Valentine’s Day before – in fact, I’ve often found that being single on February 14 can, to quote Marie Kondo, spark joy.

Every year – minus the two freak occasions I’ve had a boyfriend – I have spent Valentine’s Day with my friends, making them Palentine cards. And it has always been a hootfiul day of self-love and friendship.

But this year I was not feeling as happy in my singledom. The main reason is that, unlike in previous years, most of my friends are now in happy, mature relationships. While I am, of course, happy for them, I can’t deny that this has changed the dynamics of many a night out. Instead of wingmanning each other and keeping an eye out for anyone pullable in the club, most of my friends now prefer to sit with their partner in a booth, kiss them at the bar and then, ultimately, go home with them within an hour (either due to uncontrollable lust or an argument).

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Nights out have now become more formal, classy affairs. But I am still stuck in the uni mentality, where I will unashamedly drink cheap (but strong) rosé out of a bottle on the tube with the intention of being legless by the end of the night.

Valentine’s Day is now another reminder that I am not as mature and adult as my pals. I’ve never celebrated an anniversary with a boyfriend and I’ve forgotten what it’s even like to be a girlfriend (unfortunately that does not stop me from drunk-texting my exes).

But yesterday I reached a turning point. I realised I could either mope about not being mature and adult-like, or I could just embrace myself for the mess that I am. And I have chosen the latter.

So this Valentine’s Day, I will not be jetting off to Lisbon or Los Angeles. Instead, I will spend it drinking (many, many) cocktails with one of my best friends. But there is no right way to “do” Valentine’s Day as a singleton – you may fancy an evening of self-care, a film night with friends, or a rendez-vous with a beautiful stranger on Bumble. Whatever you decide to do, nobody can judge you for how you survive the apocalypse.


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