You can be more sensuous at least. Incense. Tiki torches on the bed corners. Decorative, spring-loaded tissue dispenser. Work that shit.
Maybe I'll have a nice romantic TV dinner with some wine, while watching the Notebook beforehand. You know, really treat myself right. There really is no reason why single people can't enjoy Valentines day too. Just gotta take some time and enjoy yourself.
As Ricky Nelson so eloquently put it: "You see you can't please everyone You got to please yourself."
If Derek Jeter steals your girl, can you really be mad about it? This is probably just a funny tale, but if true it makes it even more hysterical.
I bought my wife and I tickets to see the Book of Mormon touring production. I also plan to get her some flowers. Then we will probably cook some dinner together. I am not sure if that makes it romantic or not, but it will be something we both enjoy! This snow storm hitting the east coast looks like it will make life a living hell for a few days. I was in Annapolis for work this week, and decided to fly out early. Without leaving early I think Valentine's day would have been composed of me sitting in a hotel waiting for the roads and air port to open back up.
Valentine's Day tradition - Die Hard Marathon and pizza. This year, to spice things up a bit, I might ask them to shape the pizza into a heart. Or maybe a dick.
Given that the 18 inches of snow on the way (we already have 12 inches on the ground) will keep us all cooped up inside together for what seems like the millionth time this winter, Valentines Day here will be less about roses and more likely to involve a wood chipper, a bag of lime, and a shovel.
Just don't watch the fifth one or any hopes of romance will be killed with fire. What a crime against humanity that film was, the forth movie was below par and made it look like Citizen Kane in comparison.
An epic surf n' turf (beef and venison filets and lobster), and new lingerie (not sure in what order). We'll do it at her place so we don't have to spend a shit-ton at a crowded restaraunt and the bedroom is seconds away. Last year I did a layered trifle cake for dessert she loved, this year I'm planning on some sort of liqueur-filled strawberries. The holiday itself may just be a product of commercialism, but fuck it- it'll be fun.
More real, as like toward the end she starts crying and asking where her life went wrong? I mean for someone else. Clearly that would never happen to ME in real life, but...