Partly it’s because our first date anniversary is on February 8, and that’s more important. But mostly it’s because my wife just honestly doesn’t care that much about it.
Which is great for me. Look, I could make a big romantic gesture, but it’s more fun to do those on random summer Thursdays instead.
And why should we feel like shits if we fail to live up to some arbitrary standards of celebration designed by heteronormative mega corporations? Fuck those guys. They haven’t saved a single relationship yet. It’s just a day in February where shit costs more and everybody’s secretly angry.
Anyway, if you’re out there trying to impress somebody today, I just hope they’re the kind of person who also doesn’t care about the date. Those are the ones worth impressing.