Feb 14th. Valentine’s day. A day of overly priced red roses, and chocolates. Overbooked restaurants and harassed waitstaff. Lots and lots of alcohol. Its a day designed to make single people squirm. Yet, despite all my years of singlehood, I’ve always had a soft spot for Valentine’s day. I didn’t mind that I wasn’t going to contribute to the fat (now considerably thinner) wallets of restaurant owners who set out to exploit the pockets of lovers everywhere. All I needed was some chocolate ice cream and a good movie. Unfortunately, now thanks to he-who-must-not-be-named, I think it will be a couple of years before I will forget that he set out to create a perfect evening knowing that he was going to break up with me two days later.