alone on valentine’s day. BF was on the other side of the country. It’s a good thing the country’s not that big.
Not that we do anything special for valentine’s, mind. It’s just a day like any other. We do go out for a meal every year on the day we got together, though.
Well I’ve learned to bury my bitterness deep within my black withered heart 
But the only serious gripe was the closing of the off licenses at 10pm when I wanted to go back and watch videos with my housemates. Who thankfully are mostly single this year 
I used to brood each year over Singles Awareness Day (S.A.D.) and I’d get depressed about having to spend the day alone. In recent years, though, I’ve decided that it’s just not worth wishing I had someone to share the day with. A few years ago I decided, to hell with dating and to hell with relationships. I’ve been at more peace with myself ever since.
Now each year I wear black on the horrid, dispicable day. I take delight in watching so many poor souls at the store feeling forced to spend their hard-earned money on chocolates and flowers and other tawdry little trinkets for their sweeties, lest they be rejected or at least not get any nookie in return. As for me, I can hold onto my money and spend it on myself and not give in to any company with commercial interests connected to the day. Oh, and I also rented Valentine. I just wish I could have witnessed some couples having fights or breaking up, that would have been fun.
I have no SO, but I wasn’t alone; I spent four hours taking a teaching certification test with a couple hundred of my closest friends, then went drinking with a friend.
Well, I enjoyed the SDMB Valentine’s Project, though my back went out on the 14th and I haven’t been anywhere since. I shouldn’t even be sitting here. Ow.
Hope it went somewhere nice!