So for the first time since I'd say about the 90's I didn't hate Valentine's Day. The thing is I didn't get a huge bouquet of flowers or any expensive gift. I ate take out and hung out. The thing that made it the best was the dude. He was so adorable and awesome. I'm pretty sure I have a crush on him. So we hung out all night, and then I was like I should go and he looked at me like I was nuts. So I spent the night and we snuggled (and other things) all night. Then I go to get up and go to work and yeah that didn't happen. Back to bed for more fun. He cooked me breakfast AND lunch. He showed me his collection of programming books signed by the author (I wanted to die it was so cute and dorky). And then we were sitting there, and he just looked over and said (out of the blue) "I'm sorry about your dad." The thing is no one has ever said that to me before. Not that I need anyone to. But it just kinda blew me away. After that I was sold.