Hallmark Holiday

I can't tell if this is a troll or someone who stumbled into the wildly wrong place for typing like a tween.

On focus: I think the one good piece of advice I've heard about Valentines day is for couples (getting kinda drunk, so I can't remember if I heard it here): Have sex before you go out to the big romantic dinner. Afterwards, you're gonna be tired, bloated from the meal, and have way too high expectations.

Fuck like it's Valentines day, then go out like it's Valentine's day.

 

The boyfriend and I are spending the day the same way we've spent the last 8 Valentine's days - watching Die Hard (5, this year!). He bought me flowers the first year we were dating and I nipped that shit in the bud right then and there.

That said, we celebrate the hell out of Steak and BJ Day.

 

I know it's not cool to dig V-Day, especially here, but I'm never gonna knock a guy for doing something sweet (even if it's corny). And, I've never really been into presents. I think the bf is just making dinner, which usually happens once or twice a week anyway so it's not really special to Valentine's.

 

Totally agree, it's almost impossible to plan anything with people on the 14th, they're either busy with reservations, or pissed because they couldn't plan the night they wanted.

I love that shit as well, but with my reinforced stigma for the day, I find myself doing it randomly rather than on a pre-ordained day.

 

After all the crap I've been struggling with re: The Dude, I practically jumped at the opportunity to play a stupid card game with my mom and her friends the night of the 14th. No complicated gentlemen in my vicinity? Blessed relief. Throw in my mother's party snacks and drink mixes and I might actually have some fun.

If that falls through (someone cancels, I won't have a partner to play with), I will end up watching children. Since it's a school night, that means early bedtime and Netflix for me...all things considered, it isn't a bad way to spend the evening.

 

I went along with the Valentine's Day scenario when I was in relationships...wine and dine and get some action to top off the night. I could give two shits about it now.

This thread has me thinking of my elementary school crush. She sent me a box of chocolates with a note and I thought I was the biggest pimp in my grade. Funny thing is we said about 10 words to each other during the course of our puppy love era...these were simpler times.

 

I had several of those relationships in elementary/middle school. You were nominally "dating", but you didn't actually talk.

One girl, in High School, we "dated" for three weeks, I saw her in the hallways and said "What's up" with more meaning than I did to other girls, and I think we talked on the phone three times.

Ah, romance.

 

On the 13th, I have a rugby game followed by a team social at the university dive bar, which will then segue into a night out at the university-sponsored club. So, assuming I don't get lucky beforehand, as of 00:01 my Valentine's Day will be spent trawling for impressionable female students of loose moral conduct, followed by (hopefully) sloppy drunken sex. My actual Valentine's Day will in all likelihood be spent feeling severely sorry for myself as I lie in the throes of a truly monumental hangover combined with every single knock, bruise, tear and cut from the game coming home to roost. If my drunken forethought reasserts itself like it has so far, I'll also be feasting on pizza, fries, fried chicken, and other assorted hungover delicacies I purchased while intoxicated.

So yeah, should be good.

 

You know its not hard to get something set on the 14th if you plan ahead. 2-3 weeks in advance really isn't that long of a time and EVERYTHING is open then. There are a few places in Chicago who make it a thing to not take V-Day reservations on the phone, you have to do it in person. It's a publicity thing, but whatever. Fuck you Geja's Cafe.

 

I don't really care about the romantic side of V-Day, but I do still buy those corny valentines and hand them out to my friends. Last year, it was My Little Pony and the year before it was Hello Kitty. It started when I was in high school, and I'm going to continue doing it until one of my friends points out that I am a woman in her late 20's and I'm too old to be handing out Valentines.

I've never been in a relationship on V-Day, so the only present I get is a box of candy hearts from my mom.

... I promise I'm not pathetic.

 

Due to how my pay checks come in I probably won't do shit on Valentines Day itself; for the most part if I intend to spend any amount of money below $20 or so, its right on payday or the day after. So that effectively knocks out taking some girl out to eat.

I figure I'll see if I can set up a post-Valentines Day date for Friday and spent the holiday itself playing EVE:Online and watching Seinfeld reruns like any other Thursday. The day itself doesn't mean shit to me anyway; if I'm into a girl enough to spend money or time on her then I don't need a special reason to do so.

 

No, this is not for real. A trite, mindless caricature of women regarding a trite, mindless holiday inspired me to be punchy.

I don't like chocolate, pink, hearts, cheap lingerie, diamonds, or expensive dinners, but I do like to try and establish fun family traditions, so the little Miss and I have made some cards for friends/family.

 

+1 To the Valentine's day is a BS holiday crowd.

Also, instead of spending money on a card or chocolates I got an order of her favorite desert from her favorite french place in town, and wrote "Be my Valentine" in sharpie on the container - then left it in the fridge. I expect it will go over well.

I want her to take me to the new Die Hard movie. *fingers crossed*

 

I'm going to go to a bar and hit on middle aged, gin soaked women.I will be throwing back pints and picking up the pieces of a lifetime of shattered dreams, broken promises, and misguided love.

Just kidding, I'll be sick off booze, weeping, asking anyone within earshot what is so unlovable about me.

 

I have a Valentine's tradition of avoiding men until they go away.

This year it will be known as Thursday.

Although I'm changing it up and working that evening, so I'll be making enough money to buy myself presents, because Lord knows I love me and I deserve to be treated right (by me).

 

I know what you mean. That's why I frequently buy myself drinks at bars. And I know I'll always get lucky later.

 

I'm seriously considering spending my Valentine's Day sending creepy poems to select TiBettes. And maybe one or two lucky guys. What else is the internet for?