There were three different guys who’d wanted to take me out for a “romantic evening” last Valentine’s Day. But the idea of such an outing made my gut curdle. I didn’t want any part of it.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like men. I was all about sex with guys. Only on a few occasions had I ever fooled around with women. I didn’t think there was anything inherently wrong with the dudes, emotionally or otherwise. But I didn’t like all the forced trappings connected with the holiday.

I ended up sharing my feelings with my coworker Yvonne, after she asked me what my plans were. I told her about the three men who wanted to wine and dine me.

“Christ,” I muttered in the break room. “They’d show up with flowers, I bet. Or chocolates. Or... Read More