OK I’ll admit it here in front of the whole Internet.  I am a total Valentine’s Day scrooge. You know, the waxy chocolate holiday designed to make single women feel crappy?  Hey maybe it makes single men feel lousy too - wow it is evil! 

I find myself asking - what’s with all the pink?  And the ooey gooey cards that say stuff in script that no human being would utter on their own?  While I think heartshape boxes are amazing feats of engineering prowess, come on, they’re also totally depressing.

I had a thought about going to dinner this weekend.  You know, because I might get hungry not for any V-day thing.  And one of the restaurant options was doing sittings at 5:30 and 9:00 all weekend to move the Valentiners through like they’re on a slow food conveyor belt.  What’s the fun in that?  And who can wait to eat at 9:00?  Thanks I’ll stay home and eat crackers.

I totally get that I’m in the odds on this and that’s cool, somebody has to keep Hallmark in business.  Call me crazy but I’m more in for, I dunno, spontaneity and maybe authentic heartfelt feelings that aren’t driven by the calendar.  Accompanied by good belgian chocolate of course ;-)