I went stag to a bar, but going out without my better half is something we're both completely fine with. We trust each other implicitly, and if my man wants to stay home on a Friday night because his brain is absolutely pooped while I'm amped to pay a visit to the local watering hole, then we should be able to. In fact, we are able to.
Single on Valentine's Day? Awesome. Who cares about the multitudes of gooey couples going out to crowded restaurants with overpriced prix fixe menus. Bad chocolate, balloons and (ick) teddy bears? No thank you, we know how to really have fun.
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"It's a little strange here," I wrote in my journal on the first night alone in my new apartment. It was a small concession, wedged between a list of to-do's ("paint my walls," "need lamps…better linen…a new comforter") and things done ("unpacked," "straightened up my files"). The overall sentiment about my new world order? "It is a fairly good feeling."
