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I’m working that night.
In a restaurant.
So…yeah, not exactly looking forward to it, but I’ll probably make good money (V-Day tends to be the 2nd or 3rd busiest day/night of the year (Mother’s Day is #1, and V-Day and Father’s Day are about equal.)
I will be spending the day delivering Singing Valentines with a barbershop-style quartet. If you have a Sweet Adelines chorus in your area, there’s a good chance they sell Singing Valentines like ours does. We have three quartets ready to be scheduled for deliveries this year.
We don’t do VD much, either. A fake special day full of fakey goodness. Bleah. I might send the hubby wubby a ecard. Or not. I’ll probably buy myself some nice chocolates, but just because I really like chocolates.
Yeah the side effects from the antibiotics are a big drag on any night out.
Anyways, no we don’t usually do anything. He’s in class until 10 on Thursdays anyway, at which point he picks me up and we get home around midnight, just in time to wake up on Friday at 7. We do stuff together all the time, our sex life is happy, and we get gifts for one another “just because” at random times through the year. I see no reason why I should clear space in my routine to “celebrate” some mandated day of exchanging gifts and body fluids, even if it is for the good of the economy.
boycot it.
like always.
We exchange cards and chocolate. Getting a sitter for MilliCal is too tough for anything else.
It may be a fake and made-up holiday*, but any excuse for chocolate and sex is a good one.
- The Wikipedia article on Valentine’s Day has some interesting stuff, including a cite of a 1981 article allleging that there was no recognition of “Valentine’s Day” as a romantic occasion before Chaucer – and that even Chaucer was referring to a May “St. Valentine’s” date, not Febriary 14th. Which wallops all those claims that the Roman fertility feast of Lupercalia is behind all this, if true.
If I ignore it, maybe it will go away.
Absolutely nothing. Unless my partner decides to plan something.
Acid Lamp and I have too many things going on around Valentine’s Day to want to make any effort at celebrating it. For example, my birthday was yesterday, our anniversary is at the beginning of next month, and his birthday is close to St. Patrick’s day. Adding in a Valentine’s day ritual to all of that would be overkill, and we’re really not into Valentine’s day anyway.
We usually use it as an excuse to eat a good dinner. Not sure what we’ll do this year, maybe order from our favorite sushi restaurant.
This V-Day will be just like the last 24 my spousal unit and I have shared. We shall ignore it. No presents, no flowers, no candy, no stress, no nothing. If we happen to go out to eat, it’ll just be because I didn’t feel like cooking.
Now, that’s love! 
I found out my new SO doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. I don’t much care for it myself, but all my past SOs have made a big deal out of it. His main complaint is that it’s predetermined: “you MUST show your appreciation on this day.” I’m thinking about buying him a card or something, saving it and giving it to him in a few weeks when/if I plan something really nice for him.
I’m thinking of getting him jelly-bellies (one of the few candies he isn’t allergic to) and having some flowers delivered to his office. And wearing red lingerie. I suspect I could totally get away with just the latter, but I’m a total romantic, what can I say?
We’ve got a doctor’s appointment in the morning. I have a cute, punny card I’m going to set out, and then when I get home, I imagine we’ll eat a nice dinner and cuddle on the couch while we watch Lost. Maybe we can strip-duel in WoW afterward.
This will be the third Valentine’s Day of our relationship but the first we’ll actually get to spend together. 
Come to Thailand. The bargirls do an amazing job of convincing old fat white Westerners that that’s their favorite type of man. I mean true Oscar-winning performances. And so the bars do themselves up big time for Valentine’s Day, and all the girls sharpen their skills at hooking the guys. It’s something to see.
I’m surprised at how many responses are so negative. I’ve always enjoyed Valentine’s Day.
First, let me clarify - in spite of the oboelady name, I’m male. My wife plays the oboe and I wasn’t very original when choosing a name.
Over the years, I came up with some interesting, yet inexpensive, ways to show my love. Feel free to copy or modify.
While she was a student at the community college - I waited till she was asleep then took a box of 50 or so little valentines (the kind young schoolkids exchange) and taped them up all over campus. On the outside of the envelope they all said, “Please take this to the music building and give it to Marilyn.” All day long, she kept getting valentines delivered to her. In fact, they kept showing up, in dwindling numbers, for about a week.
Same school, different year. Printed out a banner from the computer that said, Happy Valentine’s Day, Precious. Waited till she was asleep (this is a recurring theme), went to campus and taped it up over the entrance to the music building. When she got to school, the head of the music department, and a bunch of other people, were standing out front looking at the banner. The dept. head said to Marilyn, whoever put up that banner is pretty slick. A lot of the girls on campus can say it’s for them, because there isn’t a name on it. Marilyn said, Yeah, but I’ll be the only one telling the truth. My husband put it there. And the dept head said, See, that’s what I’m saying. No one knows for sure who it’s for. (My wife knew right away!)
When she worked at a business about 4 miles from the house - snuck out after she was asleep and, taking the several pieces of cardboard that I had cut different size hearts out of and 6 cans of white paint, I painted white hearts on the road leading to her work. I took my daughter with me to help, and we actually got caught by a sheriff as we were painting the last one. He warned us not to do it again the next year. The wife’s coworkers all came in talking about the hearts on the road and, did you notice, they stopped right at our door. The card taped to the door with her name on it convinced people she was telling the truth when she said her husband did it. (By the way, one of her coworkers came in the next day and said the traffice helicopter noticed, and mentioned, the hearts painted on the road!)
Different job - I waited till she was asleep, took her work keys, drove to her work, and climbed over the fence (she had office keys, not gate keys - and the fence had barbed wire on the top!). I had previously purchased one of every type of candy bar I could find at the grocery store and some 3x5 cards. Starting just inside the door, I put a trail of candy bars leading to her desk. Each bar had a 3x5 card with a corny saying on it, related to that specific candy bar. They were pretty corny (Galaxy Bar - I searched the Galaxy for a special valentine and found her right here on earth). When she got to work the next morning (car rental place), all the drivers, washers, and office staff were lined up outside waiting for her. They hadn’t touched a thing. They couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.
We’ve been married 36 years (it seems like just yesterday), so I’ve got a lot more stories, but you get the idea. Valentine’s Day can be a lot of fun.
A quick dinner someplace nice, followed up by Patrick Stewart in Macbeth at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. A nice romantic evening of theatre!
He says he’s going to cook me dinner. He says he can cook, even though I’ve known him for two years, dated him for eight months, and lived with him for four, and I’ve never seen him make anything but scrambled eggs. (Microwaving and re-heating things don’t count.)
I asked him what was on the menu and he says it’s a surprise, and that I will have to leave the premises for “an hour or two” while he whips it up.
I think it’s an adorable idea and even if he makes me a godawful dinner I won’t say anything but “I love you!”
After that we will probably just curl up with a movie and be our usual dorky selves together.
Sounds like heaven!