**Valentine’s Day.**
Another first date finished earlier than hoped for, while managing to be finished not as early as desired. An invitation from an “Involved” man I’d recently met, combined with my frustrations at my own plans not panning out, found me at a party full of people I did not know.Typical Valentine weekend theme;pink and red beverages offered up and accepted. Couples proving their joy and gratitude. I’d only managed to run into “Involved” once at this party of strangers. Where was he? He’d introduced me to the “Hostess” he was “Involved” with. They were warm together, their combined presence felt like the sun on wintered skin. When talking to them, my cat tendencies kicked in, an urge to bask in their energy, to explore it somehow. Pride and prudence flushed the urge quickly. Somewhere deep from within me, I’d hoped they had caught a glimmer of my curiosity, but I found that thought shameful on some level as well.