Yup. A new February is upon us, which means another February in which hopeless people stay home either crammed with work, or with so much time on their hands, while the rest are with their partners in a hotel getaway for the weekend or a candle lit dinner at some fancy restaurant. Or perhaps they're trying their best to grab that guy or girl's attention in the supermarket in a last minute attempt.

Me? I'm just here talking to you about it. Let us not focus on the fact that I'm single on this joyous occasion, but that's not the point. My point is why do we indulge ourselves in celebrating love? Can't love celebrate itself? Am I making any sense at all? No? Thought so.

Greetings love birds and single people out there who are as sad as I am. You might have guessed by now that this week's column is all about that fat little baby who shoots arrows. Of course, I'm talking about Valentine's Day. The 14th of February. According to Wikipedia, "St. Valentine's Day began as a liturgical celebration of one or more early Christian saints named Valentinus." I hate you, Valentinus. What a name though.

I've never celebrated (I have my reasons). Do I have to get flowers and chocolates for the divas though? Am I obliged to because I'm the only man here and they're all single? (Or are they?) They've been demanding I get them specific colored flowers and chocolates from Godiva but we'll see. Do I have to please them all? Or can I just choose one diva? (You know who you are *wink*)

I started my Valentine's week with the most useless, waste-of-time meeting ever. I was even 30 minutes late because of parking woes, but when I entered, I didn't even have a chance to take a good look at the office or finish my coffee. I can't even remember the face of the lady I met! It was more like a speedy appointment rather than a meeting.

However, I do have some good news! The office is bug-free so no more using Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf as a refugee camp (read the details here). We can now enjoy our lovely ocean view of the titanic cargo ships passing by, drivers yelling at each other and the usual girl who can't seem to leave her parking space in less than 15 attempts. It's great to be back in the building!

Want even more good news? A hotel in Bahrain invited two members of the Khaleejesque team to visit their hotel and spa and yours truly was the first to say yes! I'll be having spa sessions, tanning on the beach and relaxing for a couple of days in a hotel with the strangest name. Thank you Captain and Debbie for the opportunity!

Back to depressing news. I saw the photos from the model used in the photo shoot and she looked more beautiful than a plate of French toast and a glass of orange juice on a hot summer day. I envy Captain and her sisters for witnessing such a delightful creation. I guess there are "many other fish in the sea." Those fish better look like Heidi Klum.

The surprise of the week was the fact that X-Grande Latte knows French! She was on the phone and suddenly we hear,"Bonjour. Comment êtes-vous? Puis-je parler à quelqu'un dans le marketing?" (or something like that) That was the most random thing that ever happened during my time in Khaleejesque. Now I feel like I've never accomplished anything in my life. Thank you, X-Grande Latte. Merci.

So that was my week. Feel free to share your Valentine's Day plans. I don't have to worry about not celebrating because I get to see my 5 (sometimes 6 or 7)  Valentine's every day!

Till then!

Adnan Al-Timimi is the only male editor in the female dominated Khaleejesque workspace. Follow Adnan’s column to know more about his unique experience in this unusual territory.

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