I hated Valentines for years, but I eventually worked out a way of enjoying it: lack of pressure to have the perfect day, and champagne. I figure, even if I was on my own, the champagne (or other similar self-indulgence) would definitely help with enjoying the day. That's my theory for dealing with celebrations of any kind, in fact. Pink champagne for preference, because when people ask what you did, you can say "Oh, I had pink champagne," and it always sounds glorious - even if that was the only good thing about the day (witness my sixteenth birthday).

That, and presents with no practical use.

I'll shut up now.