This is the day in which women everywhere have a constant look of expectation on their face. Flowers, chocolates, marriage proposals, they're just around the corner, to be sure.
I say this without any trace of bitterness, it has nothing to do with the fact I am home alone while both my flatmates are out on the town being wooed. But why is it the guys that seem to be doing the wooing? Why are the chicks sitting around saying "That bastard better bring me flowers." What are you doing for him?
An example. A conversation between a girl I know, let's call her The Princess, and her boyfriend, with a brief cameo from me:
PRINCESS: It's Valentine's next Thursday.
BOYFRIEND: Yeah, I know.
P: So what are you getting me? It's a special day.
B: I dunno yet!
P: And then after that it's my birthday.
B: I know.
P: And then it's Easter. We'll have Easter presents, right?
P: And then it's our anniversary!
P: And Christmas!
P: And Valentine's again!
P: So you have to buy me things. I like jewellery. And perfume.
SHAUNA: What are you getting him?
S: A new girlfriend?
If I had a man and I wasn't in fact sitting here alone with some icecream, I would make sure his Valentine's Day was worth remembering.