Watch a rom-com.
This may seem counterintuitive, but there’s nothing better than sprawling out on the futon in your underwear, popping open some pinot and LOLing at the unrealistic plot and floundering lovesick characters of any given romantic comedy. Hollywood, let’s be serious: you expect me to believe that this conventionally attractive but otherwise unremarkable woman who wears cardigans can turn this overgrown bad boy with a motorcycle and no checking account into a responsible family man? In less than a week? Shake your head in disbelief and swig your wine, feeling superior.
Take your best friend on a date.
Assuming your best friend is single. If they’re not, find another close friend who is. Go out with them and have a good old-fashioned friend date, like Carrie and Miranda in the firstSex and the City movie (before Carrie gets mad at Miranda for basically ruining her marriage and walks out on the bill).
Do anything you effing want.
Because you can. This is the day that celebrates being in a relationship, so celebrate not being in one while you still can. You’re single. You don’t have to freak out about buying the perfect gift or busting your ass in the kitchen over a beautiful crème brulee, especially because you have the cooking skills of an ADD fifth grader. Just relax and do you. For all you know, next year you could be dating someone who loves morning sex, or jogging, or some other abnormal early morning activity, and you will have to do that with them on Valentine’s Day instead of leisurely pouring yourself a bourbon hot chocolate, lighting a cigarette and watching The Office. Or whatever.