Every party needs a pooper. On February 14th that's me. As a realist I've never been into the social pressures of limiting romance to one day in which most people are doing the same thing: exchanging chocolate and gifting stuffed animals that will soon collect dust. It's so impersonal and predictable! And in case you're making an assumption--I'm not a bitter single. Even when I'm in a relationship I don't feel the need to acknowledge what's just another Hallmark holiday (which I think makes me a really cool girlfriend).
When I was growing up my mom always made Valentine's Day festive for my sister and me. She decorated the dining room in pink and red with candles, a bouquet of flowers, and cooked a special dinner. It was really cool and sweet because she didn't make it about romantic love and just focus on herself and my father. Instead she made it about family love and bought us cards and gifts. Those were my best Valentine's Days.
My other V-Days were spent hanging out with my girlfriends eating cupcakes, attending a performance of the Vagina Monologues, or skipping class to stay in bed and masturbate. My non-interest in Valentine's Day takes the pressure off whomever I'm dating when the mid-month date rolls around. As for me, I don't have to deal with disappointment like so many women do when their perfectly planned date doesn't turn out the way they so meticulously calculated.
This year, as usual, I don't have any special activities to look forward to. I plan on getting some personal work done and being my usual mellow self. However, I'm fortunate enough to have "someone special" in my life right now. Something tells me my weekend will include Netflix, sex, and tacos--just how I like it.