I wish to believe that somewhere out there is a man after my own spirit. A man who equally wants me as he in mine. Till then I am not ready to settle.

I sticked to this idea for a long time too but I gave it up recently - and a friend of mine did too. Being at ages 41 and 44 now each of us had at least one relationship of some weeks within the last two years which turned out to be a hoax of some kind - and nothing to cancel that impression. Letting a man into your daily life after you have had a living on your own for 20+ years, making him regard you as his pet while in fact he is yours (moving in with you to spare rental costs, that is)? When he seeks a person to have sex with while you know you don't enjoy it? No and no. Besides, neither of us was intentionally looking for a guy.
I - we - rather stay alone if that's the only choice to keep our freedom, our structure, our private rest rooms.

Ah well, let me get back to the question of this article. I never celebrated Valentine's Day so far. It's too close to my actual birthday and as a child of the former German Democratic Republic I did not grow up with it. When I was in my twenties I often heard talks it would just be a period of increased income for florists ... I don't agree to that either but I think giving each other little presents to show your love and apprehension should not be limited to a day of the year.