Being alone on Valentines day is not really bad at all. It’s not like being alone on Christmas, where you really feel the weight of solitude. The truth is, no man I know really likes Valentines Day. I’ve heard men describe it as a test, one that’s impossible to answer correctly.

The holiday asks the question, “How much do you love your girlfriend or wife?” And the answer must be in the form of an object, accompanying flowers.

The test is graded subjectively, and the grade can be changed without notice.

So, on this day of love, I am happy as can be to be alone.

However, knowing that Jane likes plants, I have arranged to have FTD deliver the “Village Rose Basket” to her office, from “An Anonymous Admirer.” Because I expect she thinks about Valentines Day differently than I do.