The TMI Files. Valentine's Day? What Valentine's Day?Oh well, missed it again, apart from a couple of nice wishes (thanks, guys *kiss*).
I've never bothered much with Romance and Flowers and stuff like that. It's nice, but not necessary. If I really, really want flowers, I can go down the florist or cut some myself. I can take myself out to dinner even, and I'm always buying myself chocolate.
I tend to think of romance as more a state of mind than anything specific like cards and flowers.
Heh. Of course, this could be because I am bitter and twisted because I didn't get any flowers, but looking into history, the last bloke who bought me flowers for Valentine's Day was a psycho who abused me because I didn't say thanks for the roses that I didn't receive. He did send one, and apparently more than the first, but I didn't get them.
So I went from being wonderful and worthy of a trip down the coast on his bike to deserving to die. Go figure. I think I can live without that.
Mind you, another memorable Valentine I received was 'anonymously' sent by a fellow that I had broken off a relationship with. If he was trying to win me back, it sank without a trace along with the line "If you work at this relationship I promise we'll go to AA!" (What's this we, white man?)
In five and a half years no card for Valentine's Day, and he thinks that sending one months after I've left him is going to work? A decade down the track and that still cracks me up. I guess it takes all sorts.
In any case, I think I'd prefer a dinosaur!