What I do remember receiving, however, has invariably been red, fluffy and useless. "Dip-chirr" to transliterate from the guji vernacular, disposable symbolics.
Now, though I may be in need of a hug, I'm not going to play at the bitter, acerbic single who uses a blog as a platform to get all anti-Valentine on your ass. I don't really care much about one little day out of a whole lot of other sometimes bigger days.
I've always had a softspot for Marvin-from-THGTTG types, so even though I knew that I'd been suckered by a really sharp marketing strategy, I signed up to receive Lonely's weekly thought anyway.
Apparently cupid has an arrow for everyone.
But I think he hit my valentine in the head because I still haven't even received so much as a phone call.
In fact, not even those people that make you SMS "POEM" and your initials to a number have replied to me.
Valentine's day is just another excuse for everyone to ignore me.