Valentine’s Day has never been anything special to me. Admittedly I am not fond of it, being single, because everything is shoved in your face as “couples” this, that and the next. So being single around this time of year is awful anyway. But even when I have had a boyfriend, I’ve never been much interested in this particular holiday. It just isn’t interesting to me, and I’m generally not fond of jumping into the commercial “Hallmark” of the whole holiday. I’m not going to shit on the day for anyone who likes it though. A lot of my friends and family love Valentine’s Day for getting to have an excuse to celebrate with their SO. And that’s sweet, and I think that kind of thing is adorable.
This means that me, myself, I’m fairly quiet about it. After all, no reason to spoil the holiday for people who like it, just because my own nature makes me rather less sappy and romantic than the average female out there. I really prefer not acknowledging this holiday at all, so when I’m dating, I actually ask that nothing be done. Or if the person I’m dating really feels the need to get me something–a book. Nothing Valentine’s, not chocolate, not flowers. But that’s just myself and how I handle it.