Dear Valentine’s Day

Dear Valentine’s Day,

When I was in elementary, Valentine’s day was an excuse to get candy and throw a class party.  All I had to do was buy a box of valentines cards, sign my name, and throw one on each desk. EASY!  In High School, it got a bit more complicated. Everyone is wondering who your valentine was or you’re wondering if someone would ask you. It was a big deal. In college me and my girlfriends took ourselves out until one by one we got boyfriends and/or husbands.

This year I have no boyfriend and I don’t have that group of girlfriends to go out with anymore. Even though I’ve spent a majority of my Valentine’s day ‘alone’ I’ve had time to reflect and observe other’s traditions of this holiday.

Why is it that friends don’t do things for each other? Better yet, why is there so much emphasis on one day of the year to let that “special someone” know they are a special someone to you? (How lame are those terms anyway? Special someone)  Why can’t this one day of expressing love be lived throughout the week, month, year, and decades? Instead we cherish our loved one one day of the year. Ever so often the day after Valentine’s day we find the words written on the Valentine’s card are as contrary to how we feel less than 24 hours later. How sad.

So how about it Valentine’s day? Wouldn’t you like to be celebrated every day instead of once a year?

 

Dear Lone Woman at Disneyland,

Dear lone woman who was talking on the phone wearing a tinkerbell shirt at Main Street in Disneyland,

Congratulations! It was kind of awkward how I found out you were getting married. I’m sorry your daughter isn’t returning your phone calls and emails. I suppose there is a good reason she blocked your number? At least you are still able to email her husband. I’m sure he’ll pass on the message.

I’m proud of you coming to the “Happiest Place on Earth” by yourself. It looks as if you were taking a break since you arrived at 11 am and it was now 7:30 when I walked into buy some hot chocolate. Thank you for letting me know that Downtown Disney closes an hour after Disneyland does. Oh, cute shirt by the way. I love how Tinkerbell’s name glitters in gold, fitting. Did you buy that at Downtown Disney?

I’m sorry to hear about the debt you are in. $9,700 is not that bad. You did it to renovate your bathroom. An asset offsetting the liability, good choice. That’s quite an eccentric belief you have there, one cannot get married when in debt… I haven’t heard that one before.

I’m sorry I was eavesdropping on your phone conversation. You probably heard or saw me laughing out loud. Then again, maybe you didn’t because you were totally engrossed in your phone conversation. Just to let you know, I don’t think it did much to talk with your hand over your mouth. I was still able to hear you loud and clear. I tried really hard not to listen but it was just too easy.

An apologetic eavesdropper,

Melanie T

In my defense: Dear Best Buy Guy

Dear Best Buy Guy,

I don’t know how often the customers you help give you their number and I realize I may be another drop in the bucket. If I may explain myself properly, I don’t usually talk to people. Period. The extent of the conversation ends at, “Thank you. I’m fine.”  Sharing information to strangers who are the same age as me is uncalled for.

As I walked away the first time I met you, I knew I should have gotten some type of contact information but shrugged it aside. Besides, I’m not one to dwell on missed opportunities. How was I supposed to know that I would be back a week and a half later because my phone was having problems? How was I supposed to know the day I actually decide to come in you would be helping me? How often does that happen?

Honestly, you didn’t help my case either. You didn’t have to remember me, remember what you helped me out with, remember where you were helping me, or, remember everything we talked about. It would have been so much easier if you didn’t pick up the conversation where we left off. You even offered to put a screen protector on for me without charge. When I reiterated not being charged, you specifically told me to look for you and you would put it on for me.

In our last and final conversation, there were many times you could have mentioned a girlfriend. When I asked how was your weekend? You could have said, “I didn’t get to spend time with my girlfriend as much since I was working.” Or when I asked if you were a typical Filipino able to play the piano? You could have said, “No I don’t but my girlfriend does”, or “No, but my girlfriend’s siblings do…etc.” Don’t worry, I forgive you. I utterly failed as well, in my attempt to steer the conversation into a more polished and smooth transition into giving you my number, etc.

Then again, as I was asking you if people were having the same problems I was, you looked at me smiled and said, “No, actually I think it’s only you.” Look buddy! I do a horrible job at lying, especially when I’m already freaking out because I’m nowhere near my comfort zone. I took it as if you were putting me under the radar. Shouldn’t you have gotten the hint that I’m not a very polished flirty type girl? (Actually I’m not a polished flirty girl at all) Looking back, I probably should have said something like, “Well you found me out, does that bother you?” something completely absurd as that. (At least, that’s what I think a polished flirty girl would do, I WOULDN’T KNOW!) I assume I didn’t answer the question as you expected me to because (actually I don’t think I commented at all) you covered up and said, “I actually haven’t sold many of these phones and I haven’t done any returns either.”

Back to my utter failure at the smooth transition of giving you my number, you provided that and I suppose you could say I used it against you. You were finishing up the transaction. You stood right in front of me, looked me in the eyes,  and said something to the effect of well maybe I’ll see you again about your phone and flashed your dazzling smile at me. I stood there and blurted out, “If not, here’s my number.” Then I walked away. I promise you, if there was a more discrete way to run away, I would have done so.

No, I didn’t linger to see your facial expression. No, I didn’t flash a cutesy smile back. No, I didn’t say call me soon. No, I didn’t bat my eyelashes (how does one do that anyway?). By the way, this whole process? I think it’s absolutely ridiculous. I have no idea how anyone can do such a thing on a regular basis. Everyone tells me it takes practice. I’m sorry. I’m not one to practice such an absurd and ridiculous transaction. This is definitely my first and last time, in a long time. I did say in my 22 years of living this is the first time I’ve actually wanted to give a guy my number. My friend corrected me and said, “You should probably only start giving your number away to guys when you’re at least 17 or something.” Let me clarify, “In the last six years of my life, I have never once wanted to give my number out to a guy. Let’s hope it won’t happen again until six or seven years later.”

If I were to ever run into you again? I would start laughing aloud and apologize for the awkward everything. I would probably explain to you I never do such things. EVER. Then again, why would you believe me?

Last but not least, thank you, you were the perfect person to allow me the opportunity to cross of, “Give a guy my number” on my bucket list. Too bad, you didn’t say if you had a girlfriend or not. I think my readers would have enjoyed this letter much better if I titled it, “Dear Best Buy Guy’s Girlfriend”.

🙂

Best Buy Customer,

Melanie T

PS. How awkward would it be if you googled those terms, “Best Buy Customer, Melanie T”

Dear 2010 Melanie T

Dear 2010 Melanie,

You’ve seen the mountain top and you’ve been in the valley. You never knew one year a phone call would turn your life upside down. You never realized one person could be so important that you put your life on hold for x amount of time.

You probably won’t believe me when I tell you . . . your boyfriend of 2 years will break up with you a week after your 2 year anniversary. It’s ok. I couldn’t believe it either. Do believe me when I say you are stronger than you thought. Your family especially your mom will be understanding and patient. People you didn’t give much thought to will spring back into your life as if they’ve never wandered. The freshest months after the break-up will be the hardest. Sometimes you’ll start crying… and you think you don’t know why but don’t hide it. It’s ok. Let it out. You’ll feel so much better afterward.

Your friend from Hawaii will fly out just for the weekend. Just for you. Just to make sure you have someone to cry with, to talk to, to hug. Do believe me when I say the next few months you’ll experience grace like never before. There are no words to describe it-that’s how you are able to get through: one day at a time. Grace sufficient for each day. It never runs out.

Cheer up, being single isn’t all that bad. Actually, you’ll get to really enjoy singleness because of it you were able to watch Wicked in SF, Cruise to Mexico, and spend July 4th weekend in Chicago. You even started a blog and made great blogging friends!

Your eczema? You’ll finally be able to know what’s wrong with you. It’s not because you’re a monster and deformed although that’s what I was starting to believe, as well. Your allergist visit will be quite an experience. One you will definitely enjoy telling, sharing, and re-telling.

On a side note, if I were you, which I kind of am, I’d start buying clothes little by little starting now. You will have to start borrowing clothes from your size zero sister because of the weight you’re losing-from the breakup, because of your fasting, and finally your food allergies.

Don’t give up on the job search. It’ll take four months, 30 interviews, and 15 thank you notes. You even got to interview at USC-your resume and application got chosen out of 200 applicants. You interviewed twice at the California Science Center and got free parking to see the exhibits. Forever 21 Corporate hounded you for a clerk job and the President authorized a salary increase especially for you. The aforementioned companies will not offer you a job or you will not accept. God has something better for you. East Whittier School District. Title: Food Accounting Specialist. You no longer have to take the freeway. Praise the Lord. You will feel such relief.
 
The resignation of your former job and the acceptance of your new one will pave the way of NEW for you. New job. New year. New number. New things to cross off the bucket list.

Oh and the Laker finals game you wanted to watch but no one would go with you? GO BY YOURSELF you’ll regret it if you don’t. I regret not going.

All in all, this was a good year for you, this was a bad year for you, this was definitely a growing year for you. Embrace it. Run with it. Love it. Cry with it. Whatever you do-do NOT fight it.

Love,
Melanie
2011 January

 

Dear Girl Who Fell Asleep At Starbucks

Dear Girl Who Fell Asleep at Starbucks,

I’m sorry I kept looking over at you. You probably didn’t notice though. Your head was back, eyes closed, and mouth open. I promise I probably would not have stared as much if your phone wasn’t ringing so loudly or so consistent and persistent. It was hard not to keep checking up on you. It was quite amusing to tell you the truth.

Honestly, I was quite envious of you. I wish the world could be so dead to me when I sleep. As long as I’m on my honest confessions streak…I may have texted others about you. Several of them were telling me to wake you up but I don’t think you would have appreciated that. I even had a friend tell me I should blog about you…too bad I couldn’t ask for your permission to do so, I hope you don’t mind. It’s actually a good thing I wasn’t brave enough to ask for your permission. I was also advised to take a picture of you asleep, head back, and mouth open but again not brave enough.

I hope you had a pleasant nap. You seemed kind of disoriented and grumpy when you awoke. I suppose I would be to if I awoke and coincidentally dropped all my stuff.

Maybe I’ll see you at Starbucks tomorrow afternoon,

Starbucks Amused Patron

Mr. Dream Man

Dear Mr. Dream Man,

First of all, you must find and pursue me. Please do not expect me to do so. Do not be offended or hurt if I do not drop you hints and act only as a friend to you.

Please be a gentleman: open the door for me, pay for my meal, be sweet, surprise me with flowers or buy something small yet significant, allow me to be first, walk on the outside of the sidewalk, be courteous, initiate any type of conversation and do be kind. Do not tell inappropriate jokes, ever. Be mindful of mixed company. Be respectful to my friends and I.

Do not be jealous when another gentleman talks to me, especially if you have not done anything to follow through on your intentions, meaning, you would have had to state your intentions to my father to appropriately be jealous.

I will play hard to get. It is your job to let me know that no matter what I do, say, or even how hard I “make you work” you believe I am worth it.

Please say” Hi” to my family, they see you talking to me. Besides, there are more family members for you to meet, so you might as well start practicing.

Personally, I need to be treated kindly, as a jewel, as someone who is rare and priceless. If I am not treated as such, please be warned, this relationship will not progress into anything more than friends. I must feel secure-do not assume wrongly, relationships are hard and I understand everything will not turn out perfectly, for such and such is life; yet you must be capable of letting me know that though times are hard you are not giving up.

Lastly, if you expect to marry me, you must know that I expect you to care of me and my future family. I expect you to be a leader and to take the initiative. I expect you to be my best friend and I yours. If you find yourself disagreeing with any of the above statements I strongly suggest you give up now.

Sincerely,

The woman you are trying to dote on

I thought this letter was quite funny but true…