Valentine’s Day is okay. It’s nothing hugely special, but it can be a handy excuse for insisting husbands be a little romantic. This Valentine’s day Mr Nim is unfortunately working on a ship somewhere off the west coast of Africa. I’m actually starting to get really depressed, not because of Valentine’s Day (I’ve got enough bath products to last till next year), but because contact is terrible and I haven’t heard from him in a week! (He’s been gone 2 weeks, 5 to go.) UGH. So I thought I’d post my misery here.
I take all that back. I ** HATE ** Valentine’s Day!
Awwww {{{SuperNova}}} what happened?
Wifes Birthday is Feb 6th.
Valentines Day is Feb. 14th.
Anniversary is Feb 27th.
Ever try and be nice for a whole month? It’s a killer.
BTW.“Randy”
I feel for you. My hubby’s bday is Feb 20th, and I often only have one good present idea at a time – and of course I need two (or one bigger one) – when he’s not working offshore, at any rate. (He has the unfortunate knack of missing holidays and birthdays.) But I concede it can be a more delicate situation the other way around. 
If we were in your situation, I’d be thrilled if my husband did one big gift, like a weekend in a nice hotel towards the end of February (the anticipation is important). And then just marked the birthday and Valentine’s day with relatively small treats (e.g. a meal out, a massage, insisting she buy a new outfit for the hotel). It would have to be with the understanding, of course, that the hotel break was THE present, so she’s not to get upset at relatively small reminders for her bday and Valentine’s Day. That would work for me, at any rate. How have you solved your dilemma this year?
I finally came to my senses and realized what a stupid holiday this is. That’s what happened. I don’t feel like boring you with the details.
Ok, at the risk of being self-serving, and perhaps even egotistical, I am reviving my own thread. My reasoning is simply this: That damned holiday is less than 3 hours away, and I’m giving everyone who may be feeling that twinge of V-Day nausea another chance to complain as they please.
Let the games begin…
My anti-valentine (Just A Girl) ditched me! 
not ditch…miscommunication…
I’m on your side IQM!
At least someone is :rolleyes:
I share your pain. Oh, horror. At least I didn’t get a card from my mother this year.
We need to have another holiday in January, preferable one involving significant others and family. That way, lonesome single folk can have FOUR COMPLETE MONTHS IN A ROW of depressing holiday cheer.
Just remember this – one more day and we’re free! St. Paddy’s Day is next. Let’s just prepare for that one instead. Falcon? Just A Girl? JBirdman12?
Happy Almost-Birthday, Mullinator and Totoro.
Interesting side note: Students at the high school in which I teach are fed up with non-action. It seems some of our teenaged fellow V-day non-celebrants had planned to bring water balloons to school tomorrow, just so they could throw said balloons at kissing couples. But some faculty members overheard the kids planning, and we’ve nipped “The Cleansing” in the bud.
Good luck, all!
Oh. I got lucky this year and got sick on her Birthday, so I couldn’t get her a present. (I know, I’m a low life) Now, all I have to do is give her some money. Plus, I got lucky and won some tickets to see the Fabulous Thunderbirds at the Chicago House of Blues a couple days before our anniversary, so that takes care of that one. As far as V-day, I think we pretty well have that one established as a get-the-kids-some-candy-day. I think.
I gotta’ admit though, I’ve got a pretty good wife. This will be 19 years, so who knows, maybe tommorrow I’ll start feeling all mushy (translate-guilty) and pick her up a card. Oops, sorry Just A Girl, I almost got sentimental there. Whew, must be getting old.
This morning my sister was going on about where she and her boyfriend are going tonight… all through work today valentines were flying around and people were talking about their special dates for tonight. Flowers and chocolates everywhere. Yay.
No valentines or chocys for me though, and no dates. I spent the evening manning a phone at a suicide prevention telecounselling service at which I often volunteer.
Valentines day is popular for all sorts of people for all sorts of reasons. It was quite a busy night.
Still, I did managed to have fun. I told all the happy people with their chocolates and dates at work that St. Valentine was imprisoned and executed for ‘improper acts’ with sheep. It’s not true, but it was fun convincing them that it is. It put a whole new spin on their day.
To soul-crushing loneliness; may it bring us together, as nothing else can.
I hate you, Mr. Valentine, and I freaking hate your day. It’s pathetic and inane. Thank you so very, very much for yet another reason to have to remind myself that it has been ten long years since I’ve had anything remotely resembling love in my life. An entire decade - I am pathetic, I know this, but I do not need your silly, stupid, useless holiday ramming that fact down my throat.
I do not need it to be reminded that it has been two years since I’ve been on a date. I do not need to be reminded that there is no one around that I could even be interested in, and that I can’t even wallow in the pitiful angst of unrequited love. I do not need to be reminded that even if there were somebody I was interested in, that I am terminally shy when it comes to talking to women, and would never even attempt to strike up a conversation.
I do not need you, “saint” valentine, to remind me how much of a useless loser I am - I can do that very well all by my little self. I do not need you, or your moronic “day” to help me with these things, so if you could kindly grab your stuff, and simply leave, I think we’ll both be happier for it.
Before you go, though, I just want you to know one thing - I’m happy being single. I really am - this state has allowed me to accomplish some things, to develop strengths and skills that never could have happened had I had someone in my life while I was trying to make myself into what I am. So most of all, I hate you for giving me a reason to have to look back instead of looking forward. I hate you for making me feel lonely, instead of content in being alone. I hate you for creating false expectations in people as to what they should feel, what they should be.
So I’m ignoring you. I’m not wearing all black today, as I’ve done in the past. I won’t make retching noises at every card and flower I see. As far as I’m concerned, you aren’t even here - you don’t exist. It would still be for the best if you went away. I make not guarantees that I won’t snap at some point, and after that…well, I can’t be held responsible for what happens…
Thus endedth the rant (for which I appologize - it wasn’t very good, and not really needed, I know, but I had to get it off my chest somehow…).
Only two and a half moer hours and this wretched day is through. And let me say, it was everything I expected of it. I felt nausea at the happy couples I saw, and became sicker with every rose, card, or other gift I rang up at work. Blech.
Well…I didnt get anything. I bought myself a nice dinner…but that doesnt really count. ::sigh:: oh well, it’s really just another day anyway and it’s about to be over.
Hey this was in my college’s newspaper today 
http://www.redandblack.com/stories/021401/new_ntragic0001.shtml
[comic book guy]
Worst Valentine’s Day ever.
[/comic book guy]
Nearly got dumped by my girlfriend of almost a year last night. Friggin’ horrible. I’ve had the plague for the last week, and I’ve been absolutely miserable. She’s done an absolutely incredible job of taking care of me, and I’ve let her know that.
But yesterday was horrible. She stayed over all morning, so I didn’t get a chance to go out and get her the flowers I wanted to get her. (Okay, I could have come up with something.) We dressed up, and went out to a nice dinner. I didn’t feel too spectacular (had some flu-relapse in the bathroom), and was extremely sluggish. After dinner, she wanted to go out for a drink, so we played some pool and darts, and sat at the bar. She looked great, but I just didn’t tell her enough. She really needed affection after the last week of me being disgusting, but last night just wasn’t my night.
She said that she probably would have had more fun with her friends. Wow, that hurt. She slammed the door in my face, and called my on my ride home. We talked late into the night - she said she doesn’t know if she can take much more of this. Okay, so I’m not an overly affectionate guy. But she’s admitted that she’s not a romantic person either - she isn’t.
So where am I supposed to learn how to be affectionate? She thinks that I’m just not attracted to her anymore. She says that when I do find that final person, that I will be affectionate and as loving as she wants me to be. Can that be the case? I just don’t know anymore…