That Time of Year

I know a lot of people have a hard time with January and I understand why. I just happen to have a birthday thrown in there that makes the month a happy one for me. It's February that tends to drag a bit for me, what with there having been no break or holiday since forever ago and the days tend to be on the dark and dreary side which tends to make them metaphorically so as well.

December, January and February are my own personal trifecta of salt in the wound of singleness.

I can count on one hand the number of times I've been in a relationship during Christmas, my Birthday and Valentine's day and I can count on half of one hand the number of men who've been my boyfriends during that time. ie. Two

Everyone else seems to have missed that time period, or met me just after or somewhere in the middle ala Smith.

It's not that I need a boyfriend to make these months happy, it just so happens that these occasions are one where the lack of a boyfriend tends to have a more profound echo than, say, on Easter.

I don't know, it's not that I'm complaining about a lack of presents or kisses or cards or flowers (although all of those things would be more than welcome) it's more that I start noticing I'm single more at Christmas, and then it sneaks into my birthday and then Valentine's day is the final reminder before it all kind of mellows out again. And I guess I find myself, each year around this time, patting myself on the back consolingly and whispering that maybe next year.

Maybe next year.