I can't recall a single Valentine's Day that went by without a hitch when I had a girlfriend. Usually the day started out with good intentions. By noon the fighting would begin, around two no one was talking, and by five or six dinner was had over an uncomfortable silence, staring at happy couples eating together. It has been quite a while since I've had a girlfriend around Valentine's, but it falls under a weird theme for me.
You see, I never have a girlfriend around my birthday or any gift-giving holiday. Often, girls break it off with me around my own birthday or Christmas or some nonsense, but they always want to get back together around their birthday or when they expect to get something. Frankly, it has been so long since I shared a Valentine's with someone that I can't hardly even remember what it is like. I know I got my first serious kiss on Valentine's, but that's about the only good memory I have. This year, I've been chatting up this chick for a good seven months and she planned on making me a card. Talked to her last night, apparently she got too busy and hasn't even started on it (although she planned this out about three weeks ago). The weather has been horrible, so I just send her an e-card and felt like a tool about it since she was going to all the trouble of making me one. Now my guilt has given me the upper hand since she isn't doing squat for me, so the e-card gave me an ace in the hole.
Since I was born, all Valentine's has meant is that it's my mom's birthday. Somehow it seems wrong to try and get some stanky on my hangdown on my mom's birthday. And no, not from my mom you freakin' weirdos. I wouldn't say I relish being single for all these years, but it has saved me more money and stress than switching to Geico.