On the one hand, I thought, how sad to buy flowers, champagne, and nice food and look forward to an evening spent with me, myself, and I. But, on the other, what could be better? No, expectations, no disappointments, just me, myself, and I. And all three of us like it that way.
At some point in the relationship, every man I've ever gone out with has looked at me sadly and concluded 'You aren't very romantic, are you?' I am not. I am loving and funny and loyal. But romance has never been my thing.
Worcester, MA, the once-bustling industrial metropolis 45 minutes west of Boston, where I live, is enormously proud of its rather peculiar list of 'famous firsts', including barbed wire, shredded wheat, the monkey wrench, the birth control pill, the first perfect game in major league baseball, the first liquid-fueled rocket and the ubiquitous yellow Smiley Face icon.
Currently, I am single and relieved, but I'd like to start dating again. So if you're out there somewhere Doris (a generic name to indicate a future romance, devised by my college roommate), don't be surprised to receive a hand-drawn, plain Valentine's Day card -- in August.
Here are four lovey-dovey tips to help you become your own perfect Valentine.
Valentine's Day is just a day -- it is not the definition of your relationship. Make it small and special!
When we think of giving gifts on Valentine's Day, we immediately turn to the usual suspects: chocolates, flowers, jewelry, stuffed animals. I've turned to the animal kingdom this year to get a glimpse at some more unusual forms of gift giving.
When it comes to fun festive desserts, red velvet ranks pretty high on my list. There's just something that feels so special about a beautiful red, cocoa-laced cake. I've been known to top them off with these really cute homemade chocolate hearts that look fancy but are beyond easy to make.
Among the scattered fragments of my doorway and the ransacked damage of my home, I found Dusty hiding in the bedroom by the nightstand drawer. I had never been robbed before. I called the police, my homeowners associations and a therapist.
8 p.m.: You flirt with the delivery guy who rings your doorbell to drop off a stuffed-crust pizza. "Are you hungry?" You ask. "Do you want to come in for a slice?" He asks you to hurry up and sign the receipt. "It's Valentine's Day," he reminds you. "I need to get home to be with my girlfriend."
I wish that every day could be a tea party. I wish you knew that you are my hero. I wish you all the dreams that you wish for me.
Leaving behind the notion that boys are simply testosterone turbo-charged stalkers of the opposite sex, we can shift the debate about what they want to what they need. And there we discover the nurture deficit that leaves many boys voiceless.
It may be difficult to imagine that your registered address could separate you from your family. But for many Palestinians, this is exactly what happens.
I get asked over and over again how I can possibly face and shine light on such difficult issues as mental illness, abuse, trauma, grief, the criminal justice system and all of the related baggage surrounding these topics.
There's a certain level of bravery required in loving what will inevitably be lost. In fact, to love in any way is inherently a gamble -- the risk i...
I'm only eight-years-old and already I have a complex. I hate Valentine's Day. I never get a card or candy or anything. My older sister, the "pretty ...