In all honesty, despite my written diatribes to the contrary, I'm really over the pursuit of coupledom for the mere sake of not spending corporately manufatured holidays alone (except for Christmas). The beauty of being single is that I can have male friends who I consider adorable, yet, don't think would make an appropriate match for various reasons (see blog below), without feeling guilty. In this way, being single rocks.

Today, I got a text message from my adorable salsa partner/friend/inappropriate dating possibility #55. Let's all be honest and just admit that text messaging is the hottest form of communication on the market (why do you think hormonally-laden teenagers do it all day?). I'll put it this way, I'm not going to text message my girlfriends (unless they're across the country). Why? Because I don't communicate with them in short, succinct direct messages. Oh, no, quite the opposite (a new study found that when women talk they release the same chemicals they experience during orgasm...so, considering where I'm at, I need to talk as much as possible). No, I exchange text messages primarily with guys...like my salsa partner.

Today my salsa partner texted me:

What do you want from me this Valentine's? A. nothing B. hug C. kiss D. roses E. sex F. money

I texted: r u talking to me? (Notice how hip I am to the impending erosion of the English language).

He texted: Yes. Who else? Just kidding. But out of curiousity what would u pick?

I texted: Salsa dance and a hug (Hugs are free, not to mention, I'm far behind in my quota of five hugs a day).

He texted: Good answer.

It doesn't really get any sweeter...at least, not in any recent relationship of mine.

Just for today, I can enjoy text messaging with my guy friends.