We’ve already established that I’m an odd woman. I’m not that into flowers, I don’t wear a lot of jewelry, and I’m picky about candy. (Especially Whitman’s samplers — seriously, how the everloving fuck are those still around?) And we’ve discussed the giant, mutant teddy bear.
Basically, all that shit they try to sell men on Valentine’s Day, I want no part of. I don’t know many women who do.
But this is a Valentine’s gift I can get behind. And one that will get you behind me.
I’m always cold, especially with this clusterfuck of a Northeast winter we’ve been having. I love blankets, I love words, and, theoretically, I’d love you. I’d be wrapped in your love! I’d always have your love to keep me warm! Cheesy? Certainly. But I’d melt faster than low-end chocolate for that shit. Don’t judge me.
Smug Singleton 
Your blanket idea sounds way better than chocolates. All the shit they try to sell men on Valentine’s Day seems to be predicated on the men not having any idea what the woman they love actually likes. (Or are there hordes of women who do actually set great store on chocolate samplers and roses? None of the ones I know do.) This puzzles me greatly.
Exactly. I never got generic anything from my ex. If you’re going to Valentine, do it right!