Saturday Night Fever… As If!

It’s Saturday night. Again.

The most dreadful day out of all the days in the week. The day when people seem to comment on my looks and say, “You look nice…Going somewhere special tonight with a special someone?” Funny how they fail to mention that on any other days they see me!

Admitting that ‘yes, thank you, I do look nice but no, sorry I’m actually going home tonight to sit at home and vegetate’, is actually a lot harder and takes a helluva lot of pride to say.

On my way home from work, all I see were young couples holding hands and walking slowly, devouring the world as if it was their own. Lost in the love bubbles that swarmed around them, complete with colorful swirls of rainbow – as if they were in their own Hollywood-style romance movie set.

While I get to go home and be welcomed by the DVD player with that ‘Come hither’ look as if to say, “Come, Therry. I have been waiting for you. I am your loyal, faithful partner. Do not trust men. Trust me.”

Oh well. At least it can set me off. Laughing, I mean.

I’ve got some romantic comedies and drama to watch and I’m going to make meself a big cup of chocolate milk and allow myself to be hypnotized by yet another American cultural brainwashing medium.