It goes right up my ballpark, you see, because I just love chocolate. No, don't get me that rich, creamy, highly expensive stuff. None of that. I want the commercial stuff, the junk they sell in bulk. It works for me to get it in bulk. And it works for Heero to get stuff cheap. I think it's a win-win situation.

Now Valentine's Day, it reminds me of Christmas. Let's face it, there's this spirit of caring, the hype, the colourful window décor, the crazy malls... Okay, not so crazy, but still. All that red and white in less than two months -- doesn't it get old?

So what do we do on Valentine's Day? Sit at home and laugh at all those still trying desperately to get reservations, or those who are cringing about their bank account. Or those who are waiting for some big expensive present and instead get wilted weeds. I don't want to sound cynical (too late), but there's only so much mush you can mash into one day. By the way, I have nothing against weeds. It's not their fault they can thrive without pamper. My philosophy -- save some for the other 364 days in the year. And if you've got a leap year, well, one more day to account for. Don't waste it all on some day of some month. No wonder there are so many marriage and relationship problems out there.

There are perks to being with a guy. He doesn't care, I don't care, and we're all happy. No fuss, no panic. But I suppose there's something to be said about tradition, other than it being old. Heero first learned about Valentine's Day from Trowa and Quatre, as opposed to from me, so it's ingrained in his mind that we have to give each other presents. It's fine by me -- I like getting presents. And I don't mind getting a little something for Heero either. But have you seen the stuff out there? It's all fluff! I don't need a little pink thing to cuddle at night. Heero's plenty, thanks. And I think he'd be a little insulted. Okay, very insulted. I would be too, to be replaced by a sad imitation of a bear. No bear is that squishy. And no bear asks for hugs. Those things are cute, yeah...but I like my bed partners hot.

So I dropped hints left-right-and-centre for poor Heero. (His salary isn't high.) Look, chocolate. Look, more chocolate. Look, my favourite food -- chocolate. I'm hungry; I sure could use some good ol' chocolate right now. Ice cream flavour? Chocolate, please. They say your should always keep some chocolate in your car in case something happens.

I think you get the hint.

My Heero, he's learned quickly. That old adage about a man's heart and his stomach? Works for me. Our Valentine's Day is spent on the couch, in our pajamas, surrounded by red and pink foil. I open my mouth, and in pops a chocolate heart. See? Heero's pretty sweet -- he keeps feeding me hearts. Though I suppose that would make me cannibalistic. Scratch that.

I'm not concerned about Valentine's Day, and I have no need to be. I know Heero loves me. And he knows I love him. I have a nice black tie for him this year, in case you're wondering. Heero says I'm gonna be fat and chubby one day from all these chocolates, and not be able to get out of the armchair. But I'm not worried about that either, because if I do, he'll take care of me. Love is about being there when it matters and being unconditional, not about sugarcoated cards and fancy calligraphy.

I like my things genuine, even my cavities.