I spent Valentine's Day eating steak with six men who adore me. That's never happened before...
OK, I was out with some geeky gay and asexual (not a dig, they're just not interested in dating/relationships) because it was a co-worker's birthday, and they adore me because I bake cakes from scratch when asked nicely. Dark chocolate with peanut butter frosting, upon request--and it was a hit with all and our waiter as well. My mother will be pleased the Future Homemakers of America training wasn't a waste, after all. *snicker*
I also got a miniature rose bush (thank you, Bryan!), although I'm not sure how long I can keep it alive:
The cat asked for ranch dressing. He got gooshyfood.