Be Mine.

I don’t understand the phenomenon that is Valentine’s Day. I mean, I would be willing to guess that 98% of the population doesn’t know that it actually started as a sacrifice where Roman men would skin a goat, dip it in sacrificial blood, and then go smack women with the bloody strips so that they would become more fertile. The remaining 2% are the people who have no lives and spend their time at home googling irrelevant holidays, or were in the office today and heard me going on about it.

The best Valentine’s day I ever had was when I was in London, and my roommate and I went to Soho, had dinner at a pub, followed by session of DDR in some sketchy arcade. The evening finished by a walk though the seedy sex shop district, where we found the best bakery on that side of the city. It was perfect. Last year a girlfriend and I got each other a rose, because her boyfriend couldn’t be bothered and I was single. I do believe that at some point my mother has also sent me flowers.

I think that for the most part, however, that Valentines Day is an excuse to buy your significant other a trinket that they will most likely never look at again. Either that, or the guy will go to a big load of trouble to cook or spend a lot of money on dinner, and then their girlfriend will not be able to complain about putting out with a good conscience that night.

Tomorrow night I plan on going out with a bunch of girlfriends and dancing our faces off. I don’t need a frilly little card to let me know someone gives a shit about me. The people I love are the ones who have seen me at my very worst. They waited to say “I told you he was a jackass,” until at least two weeks after my flings went sour, have had my mascara smudged on their sleeve, and have put me into the shower and into my bed when I was incapable of performing those actions for myself.

In sure tomorrow a lot of you will be getting more chocolate than you know what to do with, a nice bottle of wine, or will be trying out the 62 sex tips in this months Cosmo. For whatever you get up to, here’s my V-day playlist.

Enjoy.

1. Crazy For You – Adele
2. El Estuche – Aterciopelados
3. 32 Ways To Make You Smile – Backseat Goodbye
4. You Remind Me Of Home – Ben Gibbard
5. Sexual Healing – Ben Harper
6. Bruises – Chairlift
7. The Girl – City and Colour
8. Til Kingdom Come – Coldplay
9. Colourblind – Counting Crows
10. I Will Follow You Into The Dark – Death Cab For Cutie
11. You Please Me – Dragonette
12. In Comparison To You – Farryl Purkiss
13. My Moon My Man – Feist
14. You Picked Me – A Fine Frenzy
15. Call Me Irresponsible – Frank Sinatra
16. I Like You So Much Better When You’re Naked – Ida Maria
17. I’m Yours – Jason Mraz
18. The Best View – Jill Barber
19. Night Drive – Jimmy Eat World
20. Heartbeats – Jose Gonzalez
21. Honey and the Moon – Joseph Arthur
22. Me Enamora – Juanes
23. Angels – Makeshift Innocence
24. Laid – Matt Nathanson
25. Turn Me On – Norah Jones
26. Last Request – Paolo Nutini
27. Such Great Heights – The Postal Service
28. Fidelity – Regina Spektor
29. I Will Never Love You More – Soko
30. Tonight – Stars
31. To Be Alone With You – Sufjan Stevens
32. Nineteen – Tegan and Sara
33. Take It Off – Tender Forever
34. The Kiss – Tristan Prettyman