Everyone who knows me understands my deep dislike for Valentines Day. First of all, no one even knows WHY this day came to be. How lame is that? Let's celebrate the death of a man for... for... something. Well, he died. Yeah, that's romantic.

I've never had good luck around Valentine's Day. In High School I chose the day before to break up with a very clingy guy who was very sweet and very not for me. My friends were shocked at this. Don't cue the romantic thoughts just yet... they thought I should wait to get the cards and presents. Ahhh teens, the depth is astounding. After that I never seemed to be dating someone on that day for a while. Then I had the final nail in the Valentine coffin (get it?). I was dating a guy named Tom who loved to ride motorcycles, was an IT tech and didn't have an ounce of romance in him. I told him my stories of Valentines Day and asked for this one to be special. I reminded him about it a few days before and on Valentine's Day he arrived at my door wearing sweats. After picking my jaw off of the ground I made him drive an hour home to change. When he came back I asked how late the reservations were for. I got "Reservations?" in return. After bitching him out he tells me how it will be no problem. Riiight. We walk out the door and he asks how I'm going to ride his bike wearing a dress. "Simple. I'm not. We're taking my car." Then he pulls a bent flower from his jacket with the 7/11 tag still on it. I wanted to cry. After stopping at 5 different restaurants and being told the wait time exceeded one hour I wanted to give up. Then he directed me to a restaurant he knew would have seats. I parked infront of the familiar rosy cheeked statue and felt defeated. My special Valentine's Day was spent at Bob's Big Boy Restaurant. Suffice to say there was no V-Day sex. The next day after cooling off I ended the relationship.

Jake and I had a nice dinner last night and (hopefully) worked out some kinks in the relationship. Nothing romantic, nothing forced. He buys me flowers and cards all year long, so last night was just another night to us. Special in that we were together, not because some guy died under mysterious circumstances. I wonder if they'll have a Happy Hoffa Day made?