Here comes jolly old Valentine's Day. The only day of the year when you will buy pressies for your attached because you feel compiled to, pressured to. The only day of the year when you are willing to spend bucks on your other half because you feel compiled to, pressured to. The only day of the year when you will start a giving a minuscule damn about your appearance and wear something other than your daily plain white tee because you feel compiled to, pressured to. The only day of the year when you start popping mints like crazy because you feel compiled to, pressured to. The only day of the year when you might actually shave your pubes. You bring her out to the theatres, to the cinemas, to the overcrowded-with-other-couples-smooching-and-groping cafes. Why try so hard. Really romantic day(not).