Valentines day has got to be the single most rediculous holiday  in existance! It exists solely to guilt your lover into buying you expensive trinkets and overpriced flowers. I don't want my man to buy me dead flowers and food that makes me fat just to prove to me that he loves me on one particular day a year. To me love is shown when the one who loves you takes time out of their day, frequently throughout the year, to show you in a personal way that they love you. A soft kiss, a touch, a sweet hand written poem or note on a napkin or scrap of paper. This is love to me. Not a giant gorilla shaped baloon tied to a dozen red roses with a halmark card and a sloppy signature brought to you by whatever delivery guy was lucky enough to be working the dreaded holiday. Fuck Valentines Day!  I want it about as much as I want any VD!

Scarlet

Ironic isn't it that my business card reads "Personal Intimacy Consultant"