I don’t want flowers. Don’t even care if I do or don’t get a card. All I want is my husband with me.
We shared a very tender kiss and hug at the beginning of the day. After we came home from work, I cooked for us - steaks, mashed potatoes and sweet corn. When dinner was done, we delighted in each other’s company and then wrapped up the day watching Lost together (until he fell asleep on the sofa, bless his tired self).
It was wonderful, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My annual, completely gratuitous link to the true meaning of Valentine’s Day, as written by my favorite columnist.
The best Valentine’s Day gifts I ever got were from my kids while they were still small enough to give me hand made presents and cards.
We must be twins from some strange intergenerational time warp; I was also born on the 7th. My mom’s foreign, so we don’t make a big deal out of Valentine’s day. However, it seems like almost everyone else in my childhood totally forgot my birthday because of Valentine’s Day. I’d get “Ohhhhhhh, I don’t have a boyfrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnd!” on my birthday most years from the more pathetic of my female acquaintances instead of any acknowledgment of my birthday. Sheesh, how hard is it to just wish someone a happy birthday?
My husband and I got takeout. That was our only nod to Valentine’s Day, and it was mostly because I just got over the shingles and I do all the cooking, but I’m not quite up to making anything yet. We did wish each other Happy Valentine’s Day, but that was about it. (I was about to say we kissed, but we do that every day - not just on Feb 14th.)
I hate Valentine’s Day - too much pressure for absolutely no reason. I’d rather my husband do something special for me randomly or on our anniversary than on some arbitrary day invented because of the dearth of holidays between New Year’s and Easter.
I enjoy Valentine’s Day as another excuse to buy him something I know he’ll love and usually avoid the crowded restaurants, which, to me, are so un-romantic. There isn’t a really quiet place with good food and leisurely service where I live–all big, busy chains. There used to be a locally owned restaurant that used no electric lights on Valentine’s Day that I loved going to but they closed years ago
I don’t think married people should ‘do’ Valentine’s Day. Married people have anniversaries, and dating people have Valentine’s Day. [I’m not sure where I put unmarried partners. Gasp! There *is* something I do not have an opinion on! Let me write this down …]
However, we don’t go crazy on our anniversary, because it’s close to a birthday. So, the husband made reservations at our very good and very expensive Valentine’s Day restaurant, and got a dozen red roses delivered to him at work in return.
What the hell, we all need a break in February.
That’s exactly how I feel about Greeting Cards.
Flowers, however, are a delight to the senses. Unfortunately, they’ll sell some really poor examples on Valentine’s Day and Mother’s Day.
I celebrated Valentine’s Day by throwing up, and my husband gave me the gift of cleaning up the sink.
My kind of man.
I agree that **Swollowed My Cellphone’s ** idea is really different and interesting. I’ll try to remember that sort of stuff next time I buy a girlfriend.
Er, find! Find a girlfriend.
heh heh. yeah
So what do people who got married on Valentine’s Day do? 
(They are two of my best friends. At least it’s easy to remember their anniversary.)
I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to take this literally (“Everyone in my household is going to engage in vigorous sexual activity, so they won’t be interested in leaving the house.”) or figuratively (“All the restaurants are going to be crowded.”). Which is it?
What is it?
I didn’t know either, but apparently it’s this.
Am I the only non-English major disturbed by this “sentence”?
Heh heh. Slamfucked was referring to the restaraunts – when a place of business is so slammed, they’re fucked. I suppose a few people might have been slamfucked on Valentine’s Day…
March 14th is the male equivalent of Valentine’s Day – it’s Steak and a Blowjob day. Pretty funny, if you ask me.
Oslo Ostragoth – no, that’s just painful. My 8 yo can write better than that.
Having studied Latin for six years, I am not bothered by that sentence at all. That is exactly how Latin sentences sound translated into English.
I can’t translate it into Latin for you, but sentence wouldn’t have any prepositions or articles, ‘ancient’, ‘former’ and ‘latter’ would have been unnecessary, as would the little explanatory asides [‘an alter called … sacred to Lupercus’, ‘founding twin’].
In Latin, the sentence probably would have had about twenty words.
Reading it, I got a little nostalgic.
Lady Lacha’s birthday is the week before V-day, also. She was sick in the days leading up to it, so asked me not to get her anything for Valentine’s, maybe just a card. Well, I have to do something, so I got her an inexpensive bracelet, a small portion of good chocolates, 6 roses and a card. Turns out she had gotten me a gift cert to Best Buy and flowers and a card. she knew (after 16 years of marriage) that if she said “nothing,” I’d hear it as “don’t go crazy.” I can’t afford to be extravagant, and I’ve always appreciated the fact that she understands this. This is why we’ve stuck it out for 16 years, I guess.
As an aside related to Valentine’s Day gifts: of all the things to give on Valentine’s Day, hopefully its initials won’t be one of them… 
JoseB