At this point, does it seem like loathing Valentine's Day has become as cliche and detestable as falling ass over noggin for all the commercialism and faux-romance? For as cynical as I can be, maybe I've just been spoiled by pretty great Valentine's Days. Even if the relationship itself was threatening to buckle, me and flames past and present have managed to have low-pressure, silly fun on this day. Loving each other goes a long way, even if you both sort of suck at it. But I guess I've never had to sit through endless flower deliveries to coworkers as a single lady.
Nick hit it out of the park this year. As fickle and impossible to please as I am, you can't go wrong with making me food. Pretty much putty in your hand at that point.
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