Almost every single year, I have approached Valentine\’s Day as any other day. When I was younger, I anxiously worried about who I had to give those class valentines to? Do I have to be nice to my enemy? As I got older, it became more of a celebration of the Day After Valentines when (red and white) candy would be on sale.

The last two years, I celebrated the day as an anti-couple movement. Having a dinner with all my female friends at a nice romantic restaurant. Each time, the host would ask me, \”You do realize it\’s Valentine\’s Day, right?\” Oh yes, I knew it. The first time we went, I was surprised to see a table where a couple was completely silent. They were seated opposite from each other, but they kept looking away. And last year, we went all out, buying flowers for everyone. Yes, we were that special. To ourselves.

Because of certain circumstances, that dinner won\’t happen this year. And so be it. I want to see Vagina Monologues, but people in Berkeley are always so wimpy (IF YOU AREN\’T, BETTER E-MAIL ME FAST AND ASK ME TO GO WITH YOU OMG?). And ultimately it will be another Saturday. Or maybe I\’ll make it something special. ;)