Who cares about Valentine's Day anyways?

Once again, another Feb. 14 has rolled around and I sit pondering the true meaning of Valentine's Day. I mean really, how many people actually celebrate this economy-craved holiday?

Call it bad luck or call it fate, but I've never been in a position to celebrate the day. Every year it's the same. No sweet love note tucked behind my windshield wiper. No roses delivered to work. No "shout out" on the radio. No romantic dinner. Nothing. I guess I'll just blame it on lack of romantic guys. Doesn't that justify my non-interest in Valentine's Day?

Not really.

I look around and see so many women ecstatic about the holiday. There must be SOME romantic guys out there then. Where's mine?

Maybe I'm just not impressed by the whole idea of gaining 20 pounds from an enormous box of stale chocolates. Or could it be that having to tote around a bouquet of 200 roses, while drawing attention from every every co-worker, just doesn't sound that appealing to me?

Whatever the case, Valentine's Day is still labeled "the largest commercialized holiday for high-maintenance women," in my book.