Happy Valentine's Day to all, and thanks for your well-wishes and stories, BeyondtheRainbow! They certainly reflect the goodness in people.This morning has been pleasant with Hubby. Cards and a bouquet of flowers. I love flowers a lot!

A particularly memorable one (bad way) was in 1990 during my freshman year of college. I had been dating two guys at the same time, neither of which particularly excited me, though one was a VERY sweet guy. The sweet one had even asked me to his parent's house days before. The day before the holiday, I met a third guy that excited me more. So, on Valentine's, I "dumped" the other two, rather nastily, as soon as they came and presented me with flowers. The sweet guy looked crushed and confused, almost crying. The other reacted with anger, almost yelling at me, consistent with aggression I noted from something else. I believe I was at least hypomanic during that period, which didn't always yield decent behavior. To this day, I feel bad about how I treated that sweet guy. In the end, the third guy didn't pan out to anything. At least that was a sort of deserved punishment for me. I'm unsure if I might have continued with the sweet guy if I hadn't met his parents. It was clear his mother did NOT like me. I suspect religion was one factor. I noted how many religious items were displayed throughout the house. Obviously the sweet guy didn't care, though. Regardless, I felt awkward.