I'm not fond of Valentine's day. Pink is way too hideous a color to be plastered all over. Ugh, it's like walking through a bottle of Pepto-Bismol (or however it's spelled).

Being alone never helps, and since I've always been alone on Valentine's day I honestly don't know what I'd do if I wasn't, but I'd love the opportunity to take a lady out to a nice dinner and maybe a show. For some reason I'm a huge sucker for some of the old cliches, especially those that let me be gentlemanly. So I'm probably just bitter for never having that opportunity.