The Valentine's Day I most vividly remember involved the first woman whom I courted with any serious intent. Entranced as I was with her physical charms I was, as usual, unable to resist the imp of the perverse that constantly whispered bad advice into my ear. So with no small amount of demented pride I presented her with a gift-wrapped package containing a small box of chocolates and a pair of nylons.
She didn't get the joke, but her mother did. I always liked that woman.
But enough about me. What February 14th memories do you, esteemed reader, care to share? And if it involves a priest, keep it to yourself.