>I used to dread New Year’s Eve. It was the second loneliest day on my calendar. Second only to the ghastly Valentine’s Day, which I haven’t celebrated since 1985.
I’ve come to terms with New Year’s Eve. No longer do I fret that I’ve never been kissed at midnight. OK, maybe just a little fretting continues, but I’m trying to pretend it’s all right. Don’t get me wrong, if a guy asked me out on December 31st, I’d be all over the opportunity. It’s just never happened before, so I’m not going to hold my breath.
Aside from ignoring my abject loneliness, I have had some good times on New Year’s Eve in the past. Once I celebrated with friends at Steps of Rome in San Francisco. It was like a huge party that someone let me sneak into. I think I had a good time because I didn’t care that I was single. I was just enjoying the moment with my friends.
Most years seem to just blend into a combination of disappointment and forgetfulness because of another set of stupid rules in my head which I think Dick Clark created. Seriously, how many times have you watched the New Year’s Rockin’ Eve and wished you could be having as much fun as the people on your TV as opposed to the disappointing reality around you?
Yep, it’s all Dick Clark’s fault.