Lucky for me, I have a Valentine this year. His name is Michael. Though he's up North for the weekend, that doesn't diminish my likeness for him. In all honesty, real men don't need Valentine's Day to share their feelings for their lady anyway. It should be celebrated in the most random and spontaneous of moments, like when you're filling up gas at the BP. Having a romantic moment amongst intoxicating gas fumes? Now that's real.
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