A Valentine Apart

Despite the usual outcry from the moronic religious clerics over that disgraceful celebration of perverted Western debauchery called Valentine's, cheesy cards, stuffed bears and floral bouquets are still being hand-delivered all across town.

Yes, even to hapless Muslims.

I'll admit it's hard not to get just a tad envious at work when the giggly nurses are being showered with chocolates and roses for Valentine's Day. Though such overly public displays of affection would surely embarass me to bits, that doesn't mean I wouldn't enjoy that teensy bit of attention.


Calvin : OMG The candles.
Paul : Isn't it romantic? Did I bring it or what!
Calvin : It's a freaking fire hazard! Do they even allow this in the apartment grounds? We should put it out before -
Paul : Babe, you're killing the mood. Just shut up and kiss me.
But alas, it's been a couple of years since Charming Calvin and I have actually spent time together on Valentine's! The sweet times we'd wine and dine over carefully prepared Valentine courses at the restaurants - with the waiters agog and the diners aghast at the shocking spectacle of two men sharing dinner on that special day. Surprisingly satisfying to see the scandalized dinner guests choking over their desserts as I lick the chocolate fondue off Calvin's finger.

Yes, the celebration of love has been sadly cheapened, heavily commercialized and desperately publicized by the likes of Hallmark and Blooms. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't take a moment to think of our loved ones.

And yes, that includes family, friends and loved ones.

Last year I went the traditional route with the bouquet of roses - despite the fact that we were then both busy wrangling over the problematic renovation of Pemberley. Sure I wanted to strangle him back then but that didn't mean I wouldn't do it without love. Ingeniously managed to pull a quick switcheroo with another couple similarly separated by the Big Puddle. Helped each other out so I purchased roses for his wife here while he brought similar blooms to Calvin on the other side of the puddle.

Decided to be a bit more practical this year since I figured Calvin would probably just let the roses wilt in a sadly forgotten vase. Doubt the man would know how to use the petals for a pretty potpourri! And for me nothing says love like a basket of baked goods :)


Butter cake, pretty cupcakes and macarons! Full of warm buttery goodness that I'm sure Calvin would be able to work off with this inspirational dance track!