So yesterday was Valentine's Day. I don't really pay attention, since I'm perpetually single. My married ski buddy at work sent out an email on Thursday, to see if anyone wanted to go skiing Friday after work. I was the only one to take him up on the offer. His wife's final words on the subject as he left in the morning:
Have fun, see you around 8:00. No kissing Outdoor Girl!
When buddy told me that, I just laughed.
(And it was a great evening of skiing - quite quiet on the hill and we got lots of runs in for the short time we were there.)