Last week, as Valentine’s Day approached, I was asked by an attached co-worker what exactly singles like me do on this lover’s holiday.

Cry, I said.

I was particularly proud of this somewhat witty response, which came quickly to my lips despite the fact that my inquisitive office mate had posed the question early in the morning and I was deeply engrossed in whatever article I was scrambling to finish before deadline.

I also knew it was what he, having long since passed the one-year mark in his current relationship, wanted to hear. Namely, that his situation was far superior to my lonely, solitary existence.

Having thus assuaged any doubts he may have had regarding his perceived superiority, I reflected that I was probably half speaking the truth. For I know there are a fair share of singles who do find the annual holiday a traumatic event. I might even have been one of them at some points in my life.

Thankfully, however, I can say (without the need to cross my fingers behind my back, I might add) that I fall firmly in the other half. That’s right; no tearing up for me on Valentine’s Day.

Which I think you will agree, given my propensity to cry on most occasions, speaks volumes.