i gain a perverse amount of respect when i discover that someone i know who’s in a happy relationship still loathes valentine’s day. not “is indifferent to valentine’s day” but hates it. i can’t maintain that kind of scrooginess and i half-heartedly wish that i could. i’m the type of person who might say that it’s so commercial and cheesy and annoying, but then the first time that i see a heart-shaped cookie or a vase of roses on someone’s desk, i get all warm inside.

but i was like this when i was single, too, so. i really have no excuse.