Me, myself and I!

Me and Myself wearing the Minnie Skinny, the Del Sol Tunic and the La Luz Dress

Spring feelings in the Minnie Skinny and the Del Sol Tunic as well as in the La Luz Dress

When my radio alarm clock went off last Friday it was one of these mornings on which I wanted to take the thing and throw it out of the window seeing the glass shatter in a thousand pieces. No, this was not because I needed to punish it for waking me up too early or any. I wasn’t tired anymore at all and I would have been ready to get up and start my day. The reason why the idea of smashing my bedroom window came up was only because of the host of the radio morning show that announced with a way too hyper-happy voice for 6.00am that it was March 20 which meant the first day of spring and therefore the day of lucky lovers only.
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Thanks! So should I then just stay in bed not being lucky enough to belong to the glorious group of lovers? Knowing this wasn’t an option since I had to follow my middle-class duty and go to work in order to prevent the Swiss economy yet from crashing, I decided to just change the radio channel and enjoy some minutes of relaxed snoozing before I had to leave my cosy bed and go out into the reality of amorously blessed first spring days. Finding the next radio frequency, I realized that the hyper-happy voiced show host from before apparently was right: This was not going to be my day. The radio channel I switched to wasn’t any better. On the contrary! The kind of voice a deaf diving in the Marianas Trench could tell that it belonged to some high-carat gay guy explained here that today birds would only sing for happy lovers that saw butterflies not only flying in the air but also felt them in their stomachs. And quietly adding only for me he seem to say some “And so how are you going to get over that day for lovers only, little shit-faced desperate single girl Ela… ha? Yeah see, go cry somewhere else!”
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No doubt that this was at a way too early hour for me to rise above being reminded of my unsatisfactory love life. So I did as the gay show host quietly told me and I went moping under my blanket and wallowed in self-pity instead of taking the early morning shower my stinky body would have been in way bigger need of. Spending some corny three-minute James Blunt ballade (not that I would care but it was played for lucky lovers only, of course) in my feather-wrapped cave, the show master that I only just hated ripped into my heart by saying singles should be aware that there was no better day to fall in love than the first day of spring. Yihaaaa, I shouted and jumped out of bed to get ready for my Frog Prince to meet, propose and marry me best of all again before even having arrived at work…
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Well, I have to disappoint you now a couple of days after this first day of spring. There was no Frog Prince on the way to work that was waiting for me to kiss him. I met neither my future husband nor the father of my children. Not even the guy I might have a crush on right now bothered to supply my stomach with some badly needed butterflies by giving me a shout or any. In short, my 2009’s first day of spring went down in history as a disappointment of a day at least as far as interpersonal relations are concerned. Instead of getting married on the way to work namely, I ended up being the uninvited spectator of a pre-marital quarrel of a young couple that Shakespeare and his dramatist friends would have taken as an inspiration for their pieces if they were still alive and writing. I for me took it as the well-needed proof of how great being single can be even on first days of spring when spring feelings seem to hit everyone else but you and some stupid couple that wasn’t even aware of its luck…
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So no chance those birds out there aren’t singing for me this spring! Spring is here and I am going to celebrate it no matter what with me, myself and I!
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triple-Ela