Oh yeah, for my Valentine's Day it was pretty fun. It didn't even require a boyfriend and I'm straight. ;)
I ended up cooking with several women and then split what we had cooked. The people in charge ended up giving us lots of chocolate and other sugary goodies.
The thing is I didn't even feel thethat it was Valentine's Day when I woke up that morning and it wasn't that I had forgotten it was Valentine's Day that I've had other years.
I wonder if Valentine's Day is harder on single guys or single girls? I would've thought it would be harder on the girls, since it's okay for a guy not to be alone. But the replies say otherwise. I suppose guys can't hang out with each other on such a sentimental day without it being a bit...awkward. ^^; It sounds like a shounen ai or yaoi premise, maybe?
Concerning flowers and a woman who was allergic to them:
http://64.18.160.222/ElleCanada/clien t/en/forum/Forums.aspx?mg_forum_control=forum_posts&catego ry_id=16&thread_id=255RE: Your most romantic Valentine's Day
Posted: 1/14/2007 1:42:10 PM
Here's my story:
For several years, my work mates would receive flowers from their significant others on Valentine's Day. Each year would go by and I would longingly watch their happy faces. Each time there was a knock on the door, my heart would stop and I would look up expectedly to see yet another bouquet of luscious roses handed over to a colleague; someone else again. I would stare down at my work and gulp back my disappointment and frustration.
Why couldn't my husband just once think to send me flowers, I would wonder in the sheer agony of embarrassment. I know that I am allergic but I could put up with it for just one day if only to see the shocked expressions on my co workers faces. It would be much better than the tried and true pittied expressions and quiet pats on the shoulder telling me 'maybe next year.' Ooh the smugness of it all. Men do not understand what other women can do to each other with their so called sympathies.
Well, I went home on Valentine's Day four years ago to the same oblivion that my husband was comfortable wallowing in. I did what I always do. I mentioned the flowers and all the romantic fluff that went with it in hopes that my husband had a bunch of roses hidden up his sleeve in preparation for the momentus event that is Valentines. Wrong. Houdini was off for the night. My husband said that he thought that the ladies were lucky and didn't mention it again for the rest of the night. Tears stung my eyes for days as I replayed the scene over and over again in my head. I'm sure that he was an ogre by the time the end of the week came.
Much to my surprise on Friday, my husband picked me up early from work with no kids and a packed suitcase. My friends from work were full of questions when he showed up. My husband was not prepared to answer any of them and I of course, didn't know what to say as I was shocked into silence.
My darling husband had decided to do Valentine's all the way. He said that if you do it, you gotta do it right. He said this on the way. The way to Paris - the City of Love. I don't mind not getting flowers like the others at work on Valentine's anymore because I know that my hubby has the market cornered on romance.
And although this isn't Valentine's Day-related really, I thought I'd include this story:
http://www.dumpcupid.com/stories.jsp?week=5&story=2BLOCKED!
Submitted by: Joshua
Cecilia and I had been really good friends for 4 yrs. Then we started dating. Two weeks later her family decided to pack up and move to Reno. So the day she leaves is her 16th birthday and I gave her a platinum ring w/ a tanzanite stone ($623). I tell her that I can wait. She says the same. A week later I find she blocked me on her online profile and left a note that says she never planed on waiting: she just liked the ring!
(Pretty lousy way to be dumped huh? Well I hope that relationship karma serves her a nice payback. XD)
*gets her neck wrung for all the long posts*
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