No really, I mean it.

I got chocs today. Unfortunately they were only from a company I deal with at work, that they send to all their clients. Still, it's the closest to a valentine's treat I'm going to get.

This year, Valentine's Day has kind of crept up on me without much imposition. Sure, I've seen the adverts on tv, and displays in shop windows, but considering I'm single and my recent state of mind, it's not really bothered me.

Maybe it's because last year, when I wasn't single, it was still pretty much a non-event, so I don't feel like I'm missing much.

Ok, so we exchanged presents, but while I'd raided Ann Summers for some 'special gifts', I got some smellies that you'd buy for your mum or sister.

There were no big plans, no fancy night out, or romantic night in. He suggested on the day we go out for a meal, but left me to ring round all the fully-booked restaurants before deciding to just stay in and make pancakes. Which went horribly wrong.

I don't think we even had sex that night. In fact, Valentine's Day was the beginning of the end for us. We never did get to try out the presents I'd bought. Wasted on him.

Having said that, I think I'm going out tomorrow night. Sober. So if I have to witness too many PDAs (makes a difference to being involved in them) I may well be depressed before the day is through.

I'd say it's probably best I'm not drinking - alcohol induced depression combined with hearts and flowers and sickly couples does one desperate girl make - but my past record shows I can be just as bad alcohol-free. Not that I make a habit of it. Being alcohol-free that is.

So... I'm not feeling like a valentine's reject, nothing particularly bad happened considering it's Friday the 13th, I got asked for ID when buying a scratchcard, and then won £7. My day could have been worse.