Date Night!

Oh Saturday night, you are my adversary.  Sure, I've had a few nights out with the ladies.  Last weekend, for example, was 80s night!

80s night!

But everyone wants to be with their sweetie on Date Night, me included.  I suppose I could go down to the pub and have a few beers.  A single girl sitting alone at a pub is never lonely, but being hit on is not the kind of attention I need or want.  I've taken myself to dinner and the movies, but this week I'm saving that treat for Valentine's Day, which is Monday.   

Speaking of Valentine's Day, I'm having fantasies that the Army will let Adam come home and surprise me.  How fabulous would that be?  I usually prefer the authentic, simple, and spontaneous gesture of romance, but that would be a-mazing.  Never gonna happen.  I have a problem with this type of fantasy though.  The improbability makes it more fun and delicious to imagine, although the imagining can only lead to feelings of disappointment. 

No, it's the Friday and Saturday nights that are making me blue, not Valentine's Day.  Next week will be easy, as I'm going on a ski vacation with my family.  Other than that, I welcome suggestions!  I have to say, if I was single and bored and lonely, I'd be at the pub in a minute, or out dancing.  But I'm not single, I'm just alone.  I don't want to get hit on, I'd just like to go out and be social.  Something to get dressed for!

Did I really promise not to whine?  Hmm... technically I said I would try not to whine.  I'm going to give myself a pass on this one though.  Saturday night before Valentine's Day?  I've earned this one!