… feeling like Mary and Joseph, turned away from the inn. Last year I had the forethought to make reservations and went with my paramour to a very nice smart casual Italian restaurant that serves fresh pasta; I neglected to check the dress code and accidentally dressed up too much in a red silk DVF wrap dress which made me feel like a harlot with a scarlet letter on my chest because everyone else was wearing very drab conservative clothing. My B but it was Valentine’s Day. 🤷‍♀️ Lots of people were understandably gawking at me in different ways, with men even openly ogling me right in front of their dates (and mine)! 🤢 It was obviously the low-energy, stodgy vibe of this place, but I felt disgusted by the ritualistic dynamic—so many couples sitting there at the same time packed like cattle in the designated Valentine’s Day date dining room, not talking, not even looking like they were having fun. Even we felt like we were there out of obligation, though we were definitely enjoying ourselves together. It felt like being in a funeral home. There are about a million places to go that would be a better choice for a lively date but I feel like I got the opportunity to tap into some darker spiritual plane and saw the commercial emptiness of the holiday. The whole thing had a weird, communal energy that icked me out, and I never want to celebrate Valentine‘s Day again, quite honestly. Anniversaries and other significant dates feel much more personal. Maybe it’s better to celebrate if you lean into the camp of it all but watching people take it so gravely seriously was depressing…
Jan 30, 2025

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Totally understand that! As someone who has worked in restaurants since I was 14 (and almost always work on Valentines Day), you really see how the day becomes more of an obligation rather than a celebration. Like do yall really WANT to be here or do you feel like you HAVE to be here? So many couples are agitated because they seem so stressed to make the day perfect, when you really don’t HAVE to.
Jan 30, 2025
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you have a way with words! i always enjoy reading your anecdotes. i could envision myself in that restaurant haha
Jan 30, 2025
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redglassheart_ thank you I really appreciate you saying that and taking the time to read what I have to say 🥹 it was bleak lmfao
Jan 30, 2025
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taterhole it sparked this story, movie in me. “the ritual” i could see a short film or story about this couple - the odd ones out - and every other couple is zombie like & zoned out, going through the rituals of valentine’s day. i don’t know why i’m telling you all this 💀 but i found your story both entertaining and there’s also an overarching message that would make a good theme for my pretend short story or film
Jan 30, 2025
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redglassheart_ omfg I LOVE that I feel like that could be really interesting and unique and it would speak to compulsory heterosexual dynamics lol!!!! Thank you for sharing your idea with me I’m glad I could bring such a cool idea to your mind
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