I don't like to be the one to rain all over the marketing extravaganza that says tomorrow is the single most important day in your 2012 love calendar, but trust me, it's not.
Unless of course, you manage to disappoint your spouse so profoundly that he or she becomes one of the 30,000 people who visit the illicit hookup site Ashley Madison the day after tomorrow. The day after Valentine's reportedly brings one of their biggest membership bonanzas of the year. The other is the day after Mother's Day, when tens of thousands of women wearing macaroni necklaces surge onto the Internet looking for love, apparently.
Don't judge them: think about the lifetime of disappointment facing the kind of woman who brings romantic aspirations to Mother's Day. Not that we didn't love the new vacuum cleaner.
My point is, Groundhog Day is just as sexy if you do it right. And far easier to get a dinner reservation. But it's too late for that now, isn't it? Australia Day could have been fun, if you had even noticed. And what was so important that you couldn't be bothered to acknowledge Houseplant Appreciation Day?
Now you're stuck trying to come up with some grand romantic gesture for Valentine's Day, probably the only day of the year in which it is going to seem uninspired.
That doesn't mean you shouldn't go for it. By all means, if you think you can pull it off, go all in. Go all out. Whatever.
As your grandmother probably used to say, there is never a bad day to wear good underwear.
more inspiration from the sex and underwear archives: Five Easy Pieces, Fresh Towels, The Underachiever's Guide to Talking Dirty