Two days ago was Valentine's Day. Valentines is one of those days that if you didn't prepare for it you will remember it (…or, worst case scenario, you'll be reminded) for a long time.
If you're in a relationship and forgot to buy a bunch of flowers, sweet pralines or reserve a table at a fancy restaurant, going home is under your responsibility! If you're single, going out alone is under your responsibility. I mean, it doesn't really matter what your relationship status is, the grass will always look shinier and greener in your neighbor's yard.
I'm not sure how you spent this sweet day, but I found myself amidst an attack of red hearts, cheesy love song that played everywhere and a variety of commercials offering me to spend the day having a couple's massage or romantic dinners for two. Not that I have an issue with massages or a good meal, au-contraire! But why do we need these ceremonies, symbols and special days to love others or ourselves?! And what does a stuffed furry teddy bear have to do with love? Even as a little girl I wasn't a big fan of teddy bears, I'm from the Barbie Doll genre (I wonder what "Mrs. Psychologist" would say about that!)
In short, who cares about Valentine's… give me Valentino!