It's my first Valentine's Day "alone" since I first started dating, and that's a rather weird feeling.

When I was fourteen years old, I kissed a boy for the first time, had two boyfriends, kissed a girl for the first time and had two girlfriends. I've dated two girls when I was fifteen, and another one when I was sixteen, that lasted until August of last year.

Basically, I've been skipping from one relationship to another, non-stop, for almost four years now. That, I believe, has made me rather spoiled in a way, and not used to life as a single girl.

It is good, though, to just go with the flow, don't worry about relationships and just be on your own for a while; I just find it strange that I didn't fall in love with someone new yet (which usually happens to me quicker than usual after breaking up), and even stranger that I didn't take a true interest in (read: thought it possible to have a relationship with) any girl I've been with or met during the last five months.

...any girl who lives in this part of the American continent, anyway.

It makes me wonder whether I've suddenly (or maybe it was a gradual process) became an extremely picky person, or if I've just been meeting the wrong type people for me.

It scares me to be almost certain the former is the right answer.





Happy Valentine's, you all! I hope you get to celebrate with your loved ones, be them boyfriends, girlfriends, friends or your pet parrots.