Two girls and one guy

For the past several years, I have been going out to dinner with S for Valentine’s Day. Since we’re both - shockingly - single on that particular date, we spend some quality time wallowing in our cynicism of the holiday while chucking back a few drinks.

During our meals, we glance over at the couples around us and begin making bets, calculating how long they have before they break up. All in all, it’s not the worst way to spend a day because you’re making the best of a bitter situation.

This year will be different. I won’t be making any reservations for dinner with S. I’ll be doing something different. There will be no S, no drinking, no cynicism, and no betting on break-ups.

This year I will be spending Valentine’s Day with two pretty girls.

I’ll be their plaything and I’m sure they’ll take advantage of me every chance they get. We’ll play, dress up, dress down, eat, pee, and poo (not necessarily in that order). We won’t care if there are cards exchanged, because only one of the three can actually read. There will be plenty of chocolate consumed and fingers licked (and thankfully my sister will handle the clean-up).

Of course, if there are any poo-ey diapers that need to be changed, then I'd rather skip the holiday altogether.