i've always been back and forth on the whole valentine's day thing. my stance on it has gone from, "I HATE IT PASSIONATLY AND IN CAPS LOCKS" to "february 14 = any other day" to "hmm...i really really like an excuse to go on a date".
but. did you know that the origins of valentines day involved men hitting women with bloody chunks of raw goat meat, and a man getting executed for marrying people in secret when it was illegal, and a secret prison romance and an ancient dating service consisting of a giant urn in the center of the city and birds?
i'm very glad guys have progressed from the meat thing to the flowers thing. if a guy ever hit me with a chunk of bloody anything, i'm pretty sure i would possibly NOT marry him. tradition or no. even if he was handsome. even if he bought me a piano.
well, maybe then.