I like thinking of V-Day as a day to celebrate all love, not just the slobbery romantic kind. I try to send cards to my parents and closest friends. I will probably get together with my last remaining single girlfriends. We’ll celebrate our love of friendship, wine and Johnny Depp films.
Ah, I really meant that more in a metaphorical, moral support kind of sense. I’m happy to send you a virtuual chocolate cake…or maybe, at risk of alienating all the bitter single people here, I’ll run off and join the Valentine exchange at the last minute. It’s just that I have a lot of crap to do over the next few days (mostly to plan a surprise B-day party for another perpetually bitter and single friend), so I’m afraid I wouldn’t get the cards in the mail on time, and then my would-be recipients would be disappointed, and then where would we be?
I do still have leftover rugelach dough in the freezer, though…what does UK Customs say about mailing homebaked cookies?
I think we’d best stick to virtual rugelach - I’m still trying to lose weight after all. (Though the real thing is verrrry tempting … )
You soppy bastards!
Contrary Mary checking in again; I think it’s much easier being single on Valentines Day, it’s just such a fake celebration . . . like New Years Eve but more intimate and expensive.
On New Years Eve you have a 50% of standing round pretending to be having fun when, frankly, you’d much rather be at home pulling your toe nails out. And it’s exactly the same on Valentine’s Night; all this kissy-kissy crap that you don’t bother with 364 days of the year and you do on this one occasion because her indoors has bought into the whole consumption = romance jiggery-pokery.
And really, I think I jump through enough hoops anyway when in a relationship to have to go into overdrive on the 14th Feb. because some card company wants to make a few more bob. Thang yew velly mooch.
Plus, I don’t see women spending a whole lot of money for Valentines. Ever. You’re not even going to get as much as an offer to pay part of the cab fare, let alone show up on time . . . where is the fucking ‘pleasure’ for your humble male when the whole thing is a me me me fest for girlie ? . . . men are completely mugged off and I’m just not having it any more.
Bollocks to women (well, most of the time) and bollocks to Valentines.
Well, I’m not doing what I did last year! Buying myself sexy lingerie. 'Cause, you know, I’m a guy … and shall we say “generously proportioned?”
Not all of us, dear; I’ve always gone halfsies. And frankly, the most fun V-Day I ever had involved almost no money, because we never made it out of the apartment. Alas, that was too, too long ago…the best gifts benefit the giver as much as the receiver. 
I think you’ll find the technical term for that is relationship.
No. I’m not bitter. Not even slightly. Not me. No.
Dunno really. I had thought I’d head on over to Clark Street and massacre the North Side gang, myself, but I hear it’s been done before.
Well Ms Luna, all (hetro) women like those small deposits, it’s that too many think about bigger, bank account deposits while they’re receiving the smaller ones. And I have to say, it’s a bit of a turn off. But call me cynical.
Chin up, Steve! In fact, I’ll offer you the perfect Valentines Day antidote for how you’re feeling. And the good news is it doesn’t involve some mincey American so-called ‘Diva’ screaming out innane, populist girlie bullshit to a disco beat; this is the real, Old Europe thing – I recommend buying the CD and belting it out as loud as you can. It’s a catch-all cure:
Non ! Rien de rien…
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu’on m’a fait
Ni le mal, tout ?a m’est bien Úgal !
Non ! Rien de rien…
Non ! Je ne regrette rien
J’ai payÚ, balayÚ, oubliÚ
Je me fous du passÚ !
Avec mes souvenirs
J’ai allumÚ le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n’ai plus besoin d’eux !
BalayÚs mes amours
Et tous leurs trÚmolos
BalayÚs pour toujours
Je repars Ó zÚro…
Fantastic ! Pass the Gaulois Disc Blue’s . . .
Edith Piaf, small but perfectly formed.
Gonna have sex with someone I hate.
Plus that weeping bitterly yada yada yada thing.
OK, you’re cynical.
I’m not, at least not about the material side of modern courtship, but maybe it’s because in my romantic experience so far there’s essentially been an inverse correlation between how much money guys have spent on me and how well they have treated me otherwise.
The one ex who ever spent more than, oh, $30 on me on a single occasion turned out to be the worst dog of all. I’ve been considering packing up everything he ever gave me and selling it on E-bay as an Ex-Boyfriend Package, and then donating the proceeds to Planned Parenthood.
I’m going to buy myself a big box of Turtles and eat them while playing some violent video game and envisioning my ex-boyfriend’s face on every hacked and slashed critter I encounted.
Happy freakin V-day to me.
Only one of your exes ever spent more than $30 on you? That barely covers a decent meal for two these days…I’d be bitter too.
I think I’ll spend part of this Valentine’s Day, then, thinking about what I could have done with the $2,000 I spent on the piano I bought for my ex-wife as a wedding present. (Apart from my car, I’ve never spent that much for anything else, for myself or anyone else. Sigh.)
Someone running our ultimate frisbee league must have a delightfully cynical sense of humour, because we all have games scheduled on Valentine’s Day, starting at ten in the evening.
Afterwards, maybe a stop at the pub near my place with some teammates. Or I’ll go home and make myself a heart-shaped sandwich with swiss cheese, red onions, lettuce and sliced chicken. I haven’t had a decent sandwich in ages.
Well, I’m going to get my friend some candy or a stuffed animal or something, because I firmly believe that all women deserve something on valentines. Even it is just from thier close female friend.
That night, I will probably work. But I work at a restaurant, and it’s usually a good time. Last VDay I watched two couples break up. You can’t buy that kind of entertainment. For a small fee, I’ll videotape it for any bitter people in need of amusement.
I was planning to organize a revolution of the world’s workers, have them overthrow all existing governments and institutions, and then set me up as leader. Then I will set up my own institutions and grow fat off the excesses.
Or play video games/do homework if I end up sleeping in, which is likely.
That’s what I get for reading marx for class
I’ll be doing an all-day sea kayaking tour on the south side of Kauai in the Hawaiian islands. After that I’ll probably go hit a bucket of balls, find a nice place to eat within a 15 minute walk of the place I’m staying for free and drink some beer.
I am taking girlfriend applications for next years’ trip to either Mexico or the BVI for a week of sea kayaking. Airfare is free, of course.
Whistlepig
I just moved to a new town for school and I don’t know any single people here who aren’t working, so I’ll probably study. Like all good students everywhere I’ll go to the store on the 15th and buy some chocolate on sale. Bleh.
Based purely on blokes v women I work with. The blokes are buying into it a whole lot more. It may well be that they think that women have so they better make some effort or else, or they’re simply trying to earn points.
I’m of the opinion that women don’t spend 'cos they’re not buying into it.
That said, I’m having no luck trying to persuade anyone to go out with me on Valentines Day. Men (the vast majority of my aquaintances being of that persuasion) are assuming it’s a set up, and really I’ve booked a romantic table for two. Whereas I was actually thinking of debating subjects such as
Men (women): what do they actually want?
Why do we allow ourselves to be manipulated by greeting card companies?
Do Daleks prefer flowers or plush toys?
over a few pints (bitter, naturally).
Well i for one will be sitting at the bar in the Macbeth pub, Hoxton Street, Shoreditch, London N1 enjoying a nice pint and watching the world go by.
You are all more than welcome to join me. 