No one is sending you flowers. No one is coming home with a heart-shaped box of chocolate. But screw it. You know where to get flowers, and you’ve been working out anyway. This Valentine’s Day, you’re taking care of your own damn self.
Finally, a piece of heart-shaped jewelry you can get behind.
For a short while you’ve got no one to impress but yourself. Let’s do this.
What the hell. Couldn’t hurt.
You’re not alone. You’re particular.
What? The invitation said “wear red.”
You’ve got your own stuff, man.
Your key ring, and your soul, are so much lighter without the extra apartment key. Let’s make better use of that space. Cheers, Valentine.