Comments on: The Big Question: Love to Love You, Baby

By: Enrique Ibanez

Enrique Ibanez — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 21:03:57 +0000

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By: Shopping Cristal

Shopping Cristal — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 21:16:42 +0000

Its all about efficiency and this method is good but not the most efficient …..

By: M Light

M Light — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 22:56:16 +0000

(I usually lurk, but I had to delurk for this one)

My worst Valentine’s Day was probably some time in high school when I (a very shy teen) thought no one would ever fall in love with me.

There are two bests – the first (when my teen self was proved wrong) was when my husband and I got married on Valentine’s Day. The second came eleven years later when my daughter was born on our anniversary. All of the Annivalentibirthday’s have been wonderful since then.

By: Sara

Sara — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 23:30:15 +0000

No worst. Here’s the best:

One year in college, a guy friend came into town for the weekend. He’d graduated a few years before and was doing very well for himself. He thought he’d do something nice for some of his favorite girls. Somehow, he wrangled reservations for all of us at the Driskill downtown. It’s a very old, very posh hotel whose restaurant is in the top 3 in Austin and treated us to a multi-course dinner that involved caviar and lobster and Cristal.

It was so incredibly sweet and generous of him. And he did it because he thought we were all beautiful and wonderful and deserving of that sort of indulgence. We got the funniest looks all night–one guy with a cluster of girls on this most romantic and couple-centric nights.

By: Linda

Linda — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 15:43:11 +0000

Bests – the last 15 – with my hubby.
One in particular is really lovely. He tried to take me to dinner somewhere romantic – but they didn’t take reservations, of course there was an hour plus wait. We went down to the diner where we loved to eat. The place was empty! We had a lovely Valentine’s special dinner, played our fave songs on the jukebox…Dessert was a chocolate brownie with ice cream. The wait staff was so taken with us, they set the brownie and ice cream down in front of us – they had drawn a chocolate syrup heart on top of the whipped cream wtih our initials in it. We left a bit tip. Out of all the wonderful things my husband has done for me, the simplest things are the best.

By: Kitty

Kitty — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:41:43 +0000

Worst: last year. February second, I’d recieved my letter of acceptance to RIT. February third, I paid the acceptance fee. February fourth, I filed a housing contract and paid the housing deposit. February fifth, I told my parents I was leaving Nebraska for New York (they were less than pleased). February sixth through eighth, I crashed alternately at my best friend’s or my then-girlfriend’s. February ninth, I told them I was leaving for New York in August. February tenth, my then-girlfriend dumped me and has been trying to make me feel guilty since.

Best: Hopefully this year! I’m single, but have some fabulous friends here, and tonight I’m going to see The Vagina Monologues for the first time. :)

By: Toby Wollin

Toby Wollin — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 02:13:42 +0000

Best V-Day ever has to be Valentines, 1977, when my then-boyfriend surprised me with the “get down on his knees and ask me to marry him” bit and a very nice man-made sapphire (hey, we were students and he basically ate what food his folks UPS’d to him for two months to save enough money) ring. I’m not going to go into my worst one because it involves my mom, her heart attack and dementia, a depressive Trifecta if ever there was one.
I wish everyone out there a very happy and healthy Valentines Day – my plan is to make crockpot Beef Burgundy, a salad with walnuts, followed by a lemon tart and hopefully a very nice bottle of wine (DH, if you are out there…I hope you are picking up the vibes). I’m coming home from work and dressing up in my superfabulous black knit dress and my brand new red pumps. A definite recipe for a happy Valentine’s Day.

By: Melissa B.

Melissa B. — Thu, 14 Feb 2008 02:04:31 +0000

Worst: I had just been dumped by the guy I’d crushed on the entire fall semester — and he dumped me over IM. I was doing OK with it but when V-day rolled around I couldn’t help feeling wretched all over again. I even harbored a tiny hope that he’d see all of the hearts and flowers around, realize the error of his ways and ask me to give him another chance. Needless to say this did not happen (and thank god it didn’t, I probably would have been dumb enough to say yes).

Best: My first Valentine’s day with my current boyfriend; we’d been dating for less than two months at that point. I was living in the grad dorms, but was planning to bake brownies at his place that night. I saw Haagen-Daazs ice cream on sale when I was shopping and gleefully bought a pint — only remembering once I got home that I didn’t have a freezer. Stupid dorm mini-fridge. We ended up eating brownies and melted ice cream for dessert! We joke about it all the time now — “remember our first Valentine’s day when we had ice cream soup?” I love it because it became one of our first funny memories together.

By: Blondie

Blondie — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 23:44:18 +0000

My best and worst were the same one.
The scene: college
I got dumped several days before by the man who would single-handedly continue to emotionally toy with me (and I allowed him to!) for the next three years. The “love of my life” then proceeded to get drunk and make out with chicks all over Princeton’s eating clubs. Valentine’s day rolled around, and I was utterly alone and in the throes of a horrible eating disorder.
The solution? Thy name is sketchy friend who always made inappropriate gestures.
That valentine’s day, I went on a date with said sketchball to the local indian restaurant, drank a lot of wine and ate deliciously spicy food. Another male friend bought me a pair of orange and black socks (everyone at Princeton wears halloween all the time) upon realizing I was newly single on v-day and he wanted to get me something to show me he was thinking about me. Ridiculous gift? Definitely. Charmingly thoughtful? Absolutely. My best friend – also a guy – wrote me the sweeteset, most sincere note about how much I meant to him as a friend. I learned a lot about who my friends really were :-)

By: Style Spy

Style Spy — Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:57:40 +0000

Valentine’s Day ’06 I was in Paris. I was not there with a significant other, I did not have a whirlwind romance, but Paris IS my Valentine, my one true love, my heart’s delight, so… pretty perfect.