I can't believe it. It's actually February. Oh my. The month of February. I don't really know how to go about 28 days of this month. You know what this month is all about, of course. On the 14th, it is Valentine's Day. Oh yes. The dreaded "Hearts Day."
I don't know what's up but the truth is...the month of February is making me feel kind of...well, a little bit sad, a little bit depressed. Hmm...it's really not that big of a deal. It's just that...for the longest time, I've been hoping...I've been wishing that this would be it. I am hoping that this would be the year that...well...I'll be able to actually go on a date. A real date. A date with someone I really like. It would be nice, wouldn't it?
Don't get me wrong. I have no intentions of getting a boyfriend or anything. At least, not in the near future. I just want to feel that glow of having someone to ask me out -- on Valentine's Day, no less -- and actually going out with him. Is that too much too ask? The fact of the matter is, I don't really want to dwell on it and make myself feel down and all. However, because of some unexpected circumstances (in other words, the fact that most of my friends already have dates on Valentine's Day), I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to go out with someone.
Oh how I wish I could be the one to ask a guy out. But no. I am not that kind of girl. I am so far from being that girl. I am very old-fashioned. When it comes to the opposite sex, I want the guy to ask me out, I want the guy to tell me if he likes me, i want the guy to be the one to initiate. That's the bottom line.
Oh well, let's see how this month turns out for me.
Ciao!