I’ve never done Valentine’s Day.  The one year I actually had a boyfriend in February he didn’t “do” Valentine’s Day.  He spouted bullshit about how it’s all a ploy by the greeting card companies.  That day he went to his friends’ kid’s first birthday party and I went to see He’s Just Not That Into You with two single gal friends.  I had a great time.  I’m sure he did too.  We broke up a few weeks later.

Now, I’ve never really cared much that the most romantic thing to happen to me on Valentine’s Day was having a dumb snowboarder dude (who I’d never met before and never saw again) give me a tulip that he took out of the vase on the bar, possibly, because I’ve never had a romantic Valentine’s Day, possibly because Valentine’s Day seems so arbitrary, possibly because it’s less than a week after my birthday and sometimes I feel like my birthday is too close to Christmas.  Too many gift-giving holidays too close together is just ridiculous.  

Point: It has never bothered me “being alone” on Valentine’s Day.  I was always that girl in college who wanted to watch rom-coms on Valentine’s Day and eat a box of assorted creams I bought myself at the drug store and drink wine straight from the bottle.  My friends, not so much.