Fourteen days

The reason why many people hate Valentine’s Day is that it's a day for couples. Even though you can buy a card and chocolates for yourself, it's not reciprocally romantic (unless you have Disassociative Identity Disorder and are in love with one of your personalities).

And, every year it’s the same thing for millions of people around the world.

Being a romantic at heart, I was crushed when all I got last year was a text message. Even though I sent plenty of cards and made a few phone calls, no one did the same thing to me. No one sent me a card (e-, or otherwise), called me, or even met up with me. If it wasn’t for the fact that my hair was looking great, I would’ve wrapped myself up under a blanket, curled into a fetal position, and swallowed an entire bottle of Nyquil to knock me unconscious for the rest of the day.

But, that was last year. This year it will be different. It has to be different.

Although I’m not adverse to a candlelit dinner, a stay at a swanky hotel, and a weekend trip to Paris, I’ll be happy with any form of romance, as long as it’s done in good faith.

Fuck, I’ll even take a Wal-Mart kind of sentiment. If someone buys the right kind of soft toilet paper for 50 per cent off, I’m theirs.

All I want is to have someone make me feel good. Just once. For one day.

Is that too much to ask?