I also dread The V-Day. It reminds me of what a loser I am. It took me a long time to go on a date and then I met what I thought was my soul mate. I worked 60-70 hours per week and used my income to put my former fiance through neurosurgical residency school (7-yrs) and then he left me 5 mo ago. I hated The V-Day before I met him, and during I felt like I was the only one engaged. Now The V-Day reminds me not only am I loser but a stupid loser as well. As to beauty is in the eye of the beholder - for me it is true: I was the only one who found him attractive. My friends told me after he left that they always thought he was ugly and couldn't see what I saw - I saw beauty - I was in love. I'm sorry you feel there is no hope - I know that feeling.