Once, I wore black on Valentine's Day. So did all the rest of my single friends. We were boycotting the holiday.
The year that I finally had a boyfriend in college, he was out of town at a wrestling meet. I didn't get any flowers delivered to me, either.
When I met my husband and we had our first Valentine's Day together, I was showered with gifts. He was determined to make up for all of the bad Valentine's Day experiences I had. In fact, he still sends me flowers for no reason but to make my day.
But I still hold a slight grudge against this holiday. In elementary school, it was fun since we had a party, made a Valentine's Day box for all our valentines, and drowned ourselves in sweets.
When you're a teenager and an adult, however, things start to look a little different.
So while my husband has cured me of my loathing for this holiday, I still refuse to go all buttery and gooey it. I think you should tell the people you care about that you love them every chance you get, not just on Valentine's Day. But I won't begrudge those who do love this day, even though it results in lots of stuffed animals that will eventually end up at Good Will!
I do have to admit, though, that the vintage valentines of yesteryear are adorable. I could see myself collecting these...
What about you? Love or loathe Valentine's Day?