>Sparrow - I agree. I don't like Hallmark dictating to me
>when and how I should express my love for someone. My SO and
>I pretty much ignore it. In fact, last year, we tried to go
>out for dinner that night, completely forgetting what day it
>was, and only remembered when we were at the restaurant,
>looking at each other saying "why is it so busy on a
>Monday?"
Hah! We did that once too and I wanted to run out of the restaurant. I'll confess to being a little bit militant in my dislike for Valentine's Day. I remember sitting in my office at work once, watching all these women get flowers and candy and talk about what they were doing that night, and I just felt so fat and ugly and alone and sad. I told myself then that if I was ever lucky enough to be in love I would not contribute to anyone else feeling that way. Those women weren't doing a thing wrong, of course. I just don't want to be a part of it!
Sparrow
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