Tonight was the first time I have ever given someone a present on Valentine's Day.
I gave a diving knife I had bought on my holidays to one of my best friends (all of whom happen to be female, gay or both for some reason). She's a geek. She studies engineering with me, collects weapons, watches anime and science shows, plays video games and a has whole heap of other pursuits that are unusual for females. She'd been talking about wanting throwing knives for a while and when I saw these I knew she'd love one. Anyway, between her busy schedule and me living in another town, tonight was the first opportunity I had to see her. So I surprised her at work and wished her a happy Hallmark Day.
This isn't anything really noteworthy as far as my singledom goes. She paid me back for it, hates Valentine's Day and then started complaining about her boyfriend who takes it too seriously. A dozen roses delivered to her work thus embarrassing her seriously. I told her she should embarrass him by buying him some bondage gear and having that delivered to his work. He'd hate that, but it would take something like that bought on Oxford St. to embarrass him.
I should have told her to break up with him tonight. Publicly. In the worst way possible, tearing out his heart and showing it to him before he died (metaphorically). The ultimate devastation. I would have been very satisfying for both of us, but I don't have the heart to say that to her.