Yeah, so, I was never a Valentine’s Day girl.
I never wanted fancy dinners or gifts. I just wanted an acknowledgment of the day, and we usually watched “Casablanca.”
Now that I’m a divorcee (which I like to pronounce like this … deeee-vor-saaaay) and plan on staying single for the foreseeable future, I want to start my own Valentine’s Day rituals.
In mid-January, I scheduled a flower delivery for myself on Valentine’s Day. (It actually arrived a day early, which is fine). My theory was that I’d forget by Valentine’s Day, and then I’ll be pleasantly surprised when they arrived. “Oh, Past Sonia is so thoughtful. I love her.” I didn’t forget, because I was really looking forward to my flowers.
I also bought some Reese’s peanut butter cup hearts. I love Reese’s peanut butter cups any ol’ time, but for some reason, the holiday ones (Valentine’s Day, Easter, Christmas) always taste better. They make me happy. Maybe they put anti-depressants in them. (Also, I realize they’re not vegan, but I don’t think there’s anything actually from nature in them, so I let it slide.)
Let’s not forget that there’s always Galentine’s Day, which I like to think I celebrate all year round.
And if Valentine’s Day bums you out, I suggest you watch every Stefon ever on YouTube.